Sitting out front 
to the side of the garage door
with no shirt on
in the dirty yellow light
of the little lamp 
by the front door
I wonder why I thought
it was such a great idea
to whistle back and forth 
out of breath
with an eager mockingbird
I saw eating red berries
from the palms
while I moved tiles
from the garage to the addition. 

The bird is stuck
in the rafters 
and the internet
said the solution involves
leaving the room
and illuminating the exit. 

I know how this bird
must feel
poor bastard.  

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