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Jul/Aug 2006 Poetry

black birds in the tree house saloons

by Stanley M. Noah

Art by Victor Ehikhamenor


black birds in the tree house saloons

in dallas city parks
in deep summer days
the trees' red berries begin
fermenting like free fat
grapes and homemade wineó

before sunset, joyful birds
get noisy and fly in
flocks aimlessly like
drunken cars above trees
and buildings every

afternoon as if happy hour
was meant for them too, and
round twilight people migrate
home while dizzy birds hush-up
in tall trees twenty to a branch

 

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