Birds!
black in the city night's white WINTERtime.
InSane!
ly fluttering birds,
white speckles on their chests—
beautiful.
Where did they come from?
I'd seen them before
all gorgeous radiant peaceful
in daylight.
Now all flapping mad
as if by
Christmas light delirium.
The square.
Thick roosting pine (it's alive!)
clackering,
a rattle calling
out to life remaining here-
isthereandbut—
where did they come from?
Started while residing on McBride St. in Syracuse, NY; 1991, aged 23 or 24.
Writings By Erick Heins 