The Moment the Birds Came In
on my laptop tranquilly typing
when life the strange showrunner threw
two swallows in my living room through
the open sliding door and i can’t believe
it angular bodies cut like diamonds they
flutter and chirp looking like tattoos
come to life on my white ceiling their black
wings like exclamation points like it’s a
cartoon and i’ve been knocked out i’m stupefied
and the birds fly out.
Copyright © Sydney Morrison | Year Posted 2023
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