03/28/21

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
now
in the rafters 
and the internet
said the solution involves
patience
leaving the room
and illuminating the exit. 


I know how this bird
must feel
poor bastard.