my brother with the smoke parked
ominous over the city
dew droplets caught among the chain link
fence diamonds sink into themselves
there is so much earth around us
we barely register
until one of us fires a blender
or tunes a radio to a signal
far enough to feel
improbable in its reception
but there it is bisecting morning air
a grace note purely executed
on the brink of breaking open
I greet grief like the chicks in their nest
my mouth to the sky
which both fits and starts anew
why else suffer this heat and ill will
if not to be fed
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