BIRD

27.04.20

and I’m watching

a robin hop

across the grass,

his usual path

of stops: lawn, tree, wall, lawn,

tree, wall, lawn, tree,

and I suppose

he doesn’t know,

or at least doesn’t

give a fuck,

about the ongoing global crisis

and more than ever

I want to wake up

to discover I’m suddenly a bird

and just

fly out of the open window

and away, singing

LAURA ATTRIDGE

YOGA

PHOTO BOOTH