Helicopters and chainsaws couldn't drive
my voice out from my head.
I'm sick of it.
It hasn't changed in a while.
Now I don't care much for birds,
but I'd already brought the binoculars,
so I sat under a tree and looked through
and still didn't like birds.
Turned them around and made everything far away.
Decided on how things should be.
No one looked up from their newspapers or desks
to see my declaration to the faraway birds.
Picked up my things and walked back to my car
leaving no imprint on the damp dirt path.
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