goddamn birds coo blankness
the night, moving, is right now
casing the smog with moonlight
we stare one another down
full-frontal lunar wonderment
feathers drip sewer juice color
wetted, wanting to be touched
there is nesting every hour
drying rotting tarring eves
tinkering logarithmic patterns
with invisible GE oven heat
it’s 9:33 p.m. on a weekday
nothing was finished today
eating breakfast food for dinner
(again)
the summer is almost over
