byShaunna McCovey
- The birds have begun
to conspire against me,
begun to collectively
use the hood of my car
as their own private latrine,
a dumping ground for the
mixture of white and gray
they cannot bring themselves
to live with.
And who could blame them?
Surely an Indian would understand,
could empathize with
such an intrusion.
My car claiming
their space
as its own.
© 2003 Shaunna McCovey
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