~les Oiseaux Poem by Mike Finley

~les Oiseaux



(The birds)

Some songs are familiar, the sort
Of chirp we've heard before

Others sound like a crazy jungle
Hooting its happiness with the day

There are birds who peep
An unbreakable chain in mechanical code

Others have no pattern at all,
Their discourse is improvisatory

And there are the muttering birds
Who say the same thing always

Moi-je, moi-je -
Like a motor that never quite starts

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Mike Finley

Mike Finley

Flint, Michigan
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