Branch Poem by Ajpw Wiggan

A branch long and slender,
Claws away at the beak twilight.
The sirens screeching in the distance,
Momentarily growing louder.
And just as quickly as it came,
The beast and raw of the engine,
The hypnotizing glare of flashing lights -
All - vanish.

A thick pregnant fog settles stubbornly for miles ahead.
There is a bridge near,
Not far from here.
And a shop or two,
Not far from here.
But not even the orange street lamps,
Could dare warm up your bath.

Distilled taste lingers in our air,
Stagnant people filling the deafening silence.
Bitter beer and sour cream replaces you,
Sweetness of all that sugar.
Yet cockroaches undoubtedly make this miserable way home,
Doing all they can, to do as little as possible.

A branch long and slender,
Claws away at the beak twilight.
Two leaves, -
Hold on.

Yours Aj