304–Bird Music

here the morning sounds are
garbage trucks mixed with
birds squawking or tweeting
according to their individual
birdness my birdness squawks
a lot but there are mornings
so sweet in communion with
you my song must rival the
sweetest bird’s they have
taught me to sing in all these
seemingly god-forsaken places
where in reality you perform
your deepest music suburbs
were made for machines and
asphalt listening beyond sound
i hear skimming over
the roads a hum of love
and light unknown to the
marvelous sea
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