Birds flying
don't know what kind
fading in an out of the purple sky
watched 'em for a moment
they are broad
then weaving
then invisible
then appearing again,
the whole flock moving in a figure eight pattern
paralyzed on the balcony,
in and out
and in and out
of the sunset clouds
couldn't move.
landing on the rooftop
one jumping off
in and out
can't get his fill
gliding back down to his spot on the shitpile
everywhere's got Birds.