NPM #6 (festival season)

A day for intercity travel & raptors. Clear.
No rain after records. The weather-
persons warned, “Nothing more
may be absorbed.”

I observe spring evicting burrowers
accounting for the birds-of-prey
wobbling on drafts
like buffet-goers.

Awed, I rubber-neck and
swerve, shout, “BIRD”
and tenderize dessert.

NPM #5 (Seen)

The commenter lols at Bree Olsen,
former actress, pictured crying
can’t get a job—what’d she expect

yeah, some women capital-L Like it, FWIW
—what’s it matter? The patter of hands
beating on a window somewhere.

I suppose all that
will be read: the threads, the history
what I wanted to see

but not what I muttered
walking behind the young woman
in a swimsuit that day.