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The covered table umbrella stood like a centerpiece obelisk
as the trash was taken out and souls went to work
the birds - the people.
Song's in the air below a curiously low-flying helicopter
- close - above the shadows that apportioned
the greenery, sectioning the conifers.
Barn swallows punctuated the streams of collective birdsong,
sewing the morning to the pool, empty as a Catskills stage
in the afternoon - looking like a ripening ruin.
Houses basked like safari statues.
" Every channel you turn to they play the same songs in the same order..."
my mother said...
by then... Sinatra long dead.
as the trash was taken out and souls went to work
the birds - the people.
Song's in the air below a curiously low-flying helicopter
- close - above the shadows that apportioned
the greenery, sectioning the conifers.
Barn swallows punctuated the streams of collective birdsong,
sewing the morning to the pool, empty as a Catskills stage
in the afternoon - looking like a ripening ruin.
Houses basked like safari statues.
" Every channel you turn to they play the same songs in the same order..."
my mother said...
by then... Sinatra long dead.
© 1998 Sunshine