In a Concrete World

Someday, they’ll call the
telephone poles – trees,
and the telephone wires –
limbs lined with birds on
their way somewhere else.

Someday, no one will listen
to researchers who say that
we’re losing the birds. One
day there will be one bird
stuffed and glued to a wire

in a corner of a museum,
and they’ll call it a tree
because they don’t know
any better, because the
world will be concrete.


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