of the singing of birds.
And the second is a story. A story
of the birds as they sing.
A story of the singing.
I only want
what you're unable to give.
The music of the birds
from the ceiling. The picture of birds
along the wall.
Anything else
isn't worth wanting. The faces
in the window, perhaps.
The children on the sidewalk. The shop
next to another shop.
Some final point you might ask yourself.
Some question.
The plastic flowers on the stand.
The sun across the flowers.
---John Gallaher
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