thirty-eight birds on a wire.
clear bright spotless blue otherwise.
shadow limb roosted leaves unmoved
in summer middle-day heat. silent green.
slumbered earthen white truck beneath
claws itself awake, clears its’ throat.
unexpected growl. startled all
feathers leap into elliptic waves all
in less space than one random thought.
become a broken road round river
oddly enough, fifty-three return.
one is white.
prompt: write a poem about something that takes place in a near instant (say five seconds or less), and keep your observations attentively direct without consideration toward meanings.
and oddly, birds on my mind. so this.
that staccato hiss, like from a throat
in the rain. and there, birds beginning
as rain swallows its breath. now one
bird a circle right above my head. then
a second arrives singing, singing.
I listen even it its not for me.
a church bell moves away. rain finds
us again. steady this time. ducks?
unexpected, yet my ears bounce their
rhythm calls. or are they geese?
stubborn. water arrives underfoot, no
surprise. there, there’s the flight
lighting their way with voices, loud.
by itself, an echo inside.
are you there? we all ask.
are you there?
lonely now, grey sky makes a shadow play.
water sets it at ease with another bell,
closer this time. crickets, oh crickets
your sentences are exactly right.