Abrupt

the incandescent night
is not peaceful
even the gases glow with the
fury of the burning earth
that lights the sky over there
with man’s heat.

This bird’s grating squawk
predates the rusting of springs
and the slamming of screen doors
Yet on porches across America
its metal cry is echoed.

Where do we, in nature’s swelling plan,
find our mirror?

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