hello bird high above
excuse me, I mean birds
free skating in the air
I can hear them spouting free verse
walt whitman, some carl sandburg
way over my head
what do you see up there
I’m sure you see better than me
gray and black colors
standing out; imposing against the wild blue
and ash like white sky above and yonder
back and forth you go
whaddya now, what do you know
do you see what will happen
know things that will happen
are you telepathic?
silently you gracefully effortlessly sail
on waves of invisible thrust
I know it’s magical, in magic I trust
I watch you circle and swoop
circle and swoop
you and your medium friends
in a superlative loop
