9/18/17: So Much Cooler Than I Am

waiting near

a pigeon so full he can’t

move for the train

9/15/17: Fear of Travel

crows climb into

blue chambers between clouds,

shadows following

wings greater

than expected—a reach

equal to air

every morning

never whistling well enough

to interest birds

when wings

row the air beneath them—

epiphany

the face recalled—

a lark visible only

by its song

noise—the bird

sharing this sidewalk departs

my life forever