Birds on a Wire
I like seeing birds on a telephone wire
like a row of old grandpops.
I can’t hear them through the window,
but I can see them
bend their heads
to the left
to the right
telling news
telling jokes.
In a single
instant
the line will lift
form a seamless diamond
turn together
to the left
to the right
but my car
will pass
out of sight
and the birds
will settle back
on the telephone wire.
