There was once a bird who was disliked and hated
He flew above the crowd and sang his song
They all just sat and waited
For it to be over, the poor throng
...
It is not the confirmation
It is the waiting
It is the sitting
It is the testing
...
The crow sings her song
With a flutter in her wings
The crow flies strong
Singing just for me
...
Automobile
the car trudges along
dents
scratches
hubcap missing
tire is deflating
engine is sputtering
the lonely car comes to a stop
in the middle of
nowhere
surrounded by
nothing