Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Toward the end of an early evening,
a strange bird straight out of poem
or old song alights atop a Park Safe
signage down on Rhode Island Avenue
and sings its own doleful song
for those who have been wronged.

Anyone who listens strips and lies
prone-naked on hard red bricks
ashamed, not touching, as if God
himself knew what each was thinking.

gotta listen to that birds song....yes we do....nice piece....

up here the heavy fall
of silent snow
is deafening -

I'm not even sure what this poem is...it just kind of came out. I was looking at this stupid bird acting weird on top of this sign (I was waiting at a street light) and it just struck me as odd...thanks for acknowledging it.

68degrees

i love listening to the birds sing except for crows.

crows can eat shit!

nice one 68!