red robin out on the green patch
behind WestCo three.
I am a brother to nature,
we love each others presence.
pluck your head in the ground,
looking for food.
show off your beautiful
orange belly,
dirtied grey wings,
while I listen to Polly
through my AirPods.
He stands just outside the trees’ shadows,
right on its fingertips,
half sun half moon.
and hasn’t moved for 3 songs,
and neither have I.

I feel like I have to keep writing
while he is here,
silent observers.
A man walks through.
He darts off into the branches.
I’ve been up here on my perch, the balcony,
he asks, “this is kind of embarrassing, but I’m homeless and I wonder if you’d have a dollar
to spare,”
I say, down, “sorry, I have no cash on me,”
he flys away.
How great to be on your perch,
and not have to
Stick your head back in the ground.