big boned black bird by
the concrete path,
looking for the grass seed
under the yellow-green moss,
flies away with the clump
to a nest in a tree
at the edge of the park.
He used to wait downtown
in the crevices,
eating chicken legs dropped
in the gutter, then he
met this bird....

They did the worm
under the artificial yellow
sodium lights, and then
moonwalked and popped
with a certain...unskill...
and ended up here
among the quiet sounds
of wind and fire,
a pair of abstract circles
against a cerulean background.