Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Squinting At The Sun

The white foam.
The green and red mosaic
of bricks
sinking down
into the dirt.
Outside
the black birds
sing
and poop
on my car.
The filthy creatures
carry seeds and worms.
The sky is alive
with them.
Listen.
They squawk and flutter
from branch to branch
while we wait below
with the sticks and mud
and windchimes.
We are ground creatures,
you and I,
bound by the garden hose
and the asphalt,
squinting at the sun.