The Birds
152nd and US1, 7:00 AM on Friday
This is like a scene from The Birds
And it has always been scary,
And it has always been mine.
Grackles mob the telephone wires while
You’re waiting forever for the light to change
They fly in hordes
And move in clouds
I’ve learned not to open the windows
Though, by now, I am used to the chaos,
And, yet, I am not on the bus.
And, yet, I am not in the car.
I have moved on from all this
And from the life that I
I knew and loved and hated
To something so scary—a life of my own.












