Friday, September 17, 2010

17. Transparent

A row of four trees with leaves still green.

I'm walking underneath
the sound of hundreds of birds
all talking at once -
a stock market rally, a protest nearing violence,
some total quality management team building initiative,
spirit pilots chanting honor to their emperor and to death.

The southern migration assembled,
and I never saw one of them.

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