Being a Bird

I was busy being a bird,

birding with ease on a Wednesday

with only a cloud watching –

the currents too busy grinding

to notice my loop de loop

Under a Bored Moon

Abandoned country.

Cigarettes sleep.

The moon is bored.

This is a place where things have not happened

in a very long time.

Ash shifts in the wind.

A stone almost tilts.

And yet that shadow has an arm –

and a match