The Only Bird Left Poem by Mark Arvizu

A black bird caws on a fence to another as the hot air from a once empty field blows on his chest and the no more silent place and he is not alone.

The bird flies away and he looks for a place when he can hover again He doesn't mind the hot air just the noise it carries along.


And he flies and he flies and he flies till there is only one bird left on the fence with the hot air blowing against his breast.