one day, birds

arriving to address the assembly

i can’t believe this, you say again,
& keep on. as though to sing
that song of yours in strange words
we do not know. despite myself
you say––

[or in spite of?]

[to spite. the blast]

against scattering & by way of explanation
of why you ––anything. we are skeptics
of this logic & think you are creatures
who do not know what you are
perhaps because you insist on asking
what is this & why

[scatter. return]

we think maybe this is your only song
we think you want help with the singing.
we have seen you watching so we came
for we are the ones who come & go.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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