Bird in South Richmond

An unneeded abundance

A glory only some ask-

for the faint warmth of morning

sun on bricks

...

Bouncing back and illuminating the sleeping cactus,

the far-reaching monstera

with

my personal monsters.

...

Little devils,

too weak to break through the cloudiness

of an early wake

...

While the world starts shining,

breathing,

and the projects remain in slumber—

just a tiny bit more.

...

How did human love for flowers begin?

When God encroached on freedom

and, guilty, gave something back.

...

More: I feel both lucky

and unlucky—

without the offer of a neutral ground

or a sense of coping.

...

It is more

as if it were

too much

of the same thing.

...

I'm not sure anymore

that the birds and the bees

just know what they want—

as in what they need.

...

With uncertainty I explore

the possibility that

flying high

over this poor city's sky

they reflect on both

beauty and hunger,

boredom,

and a constant need for air.