All of these years I’ve come to town
I never looked hard at what I imagined
Just dimmed my eyes and walked my way
In burning fields I tossed pebbles away
And stepping into these bones
Garments and shoes pass me by
On their way to hills marked with stone
Singing birds I couldn’t see
Imagining their shapes from pictures
Beyond the steel brick and mortar
One way streets and guarded borders
Behind iron gates against the open sky
Until once I finally did see
Wings and feathers and beaks
While I breathed the smoke of a street vendor
Grilling hot dogs
Perched high above on a roof ledge
He turned his back
And dropped a load on the vendor’s grill
