uproarious birdsong morning.
yesterday a mockingbird landed on the balcony.
last month it was a pigeon.
a construction crew is digging-up the street.
the birds are louder, still.
without you what’s the point.
there’s leftover seed on the balcony.
the feeder you made never brought a wing.
now a family of pelicans nests here.
i watch them from the bedroom window.
on the pier i saw a man put a pelican to sleep by holding its beak and rubbing its belly.
i put the whole family to sleep.
bird by bird.
i doze off with the pelicans.
wake up, and they’re gone.
i miss you most in the mornings.
sometimes i don’t miss you at all.
a black-beaked wood stork blocks the groaning sun.