flighty birds
these swooping days
full of flighty black birds
listening to the songs of traffic
out on the drive
and caught in the apricot sunlight
clouds sprinkling the sky with sugar
his words start reminding her
doing the necessary thing for people
instead of what is possible
and she will find herself
doing the impossible
trying to listen to things
that need saving is hard
when all she wants is to get married
or cast her wings and fly
flapping like those wild black birds
