Birds pendulum-ing power lines, taking voltage wings.
This morning there is snow from yesterday because
the night was insular. The men scrape frost from the windows
like scraping cash for bread, for cigarettes. Mutely, buying pop.
Restless. Waking on crumbling cots. Falling right out of dreams,
as we do in dreams. The geese are so fat we cannot catch them
and if we did, we could not kill them. The power has left
our fingertips stinging,
birds pirouetting power lines, taking voltage wings this morning
there is snow from yesterday. Because. Because.
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