Birds
Not knowing what else to give him
(his mind already launched
on some last-chance voyage beyond blame
or reason), we ordered this quaint
mechanical palm tree (batteries
not included), whimsical
cast-iron enameled in brilliant
tropical colors, meant to whisper
with unseen birds.
How could we imagine he’d sit
here in this chair for hours on end,
triggering at several-
second intervals a quick-release
mechanism to set the stiff
green fronds flapping and clattering,
amid the chatter of all those
screaming, invisible, oh
my word, the birds!
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