Flutter in Sound Constant imagery of the green hemlocks across the way As the birds chirp a delicate song to one another I wonder, do they feel love? Sitting, on this breezy summer evening, the relinquished process of writing, reading, and constriction, has laid me down to a restful spotting The children scream and course thru the streets without thought, the arrival of time Obscurity, fortified existence, the sky is treacherous to those who have not gazed upon it A blue tint on the black velvet asphalt this night The moon is upon the horizon, the sun is open to the world Stern emotions in this colliding day, the stinging of a thousand more hours of life, melancholy, & oblivious stupors A tornado of the populations emotions savagely penetrate the separation in the womb of earth In utero, the birth of a new born atmosphere is again the most alarming phase of the new world This waste land, this doomed suburb, this round neighborhood, this cul-de-sac of life, turn the other way, we have landed too near To the unknown
i like the line about the birds, my oppinion is that they do feel love, i love to watch birds and if you pay attention you can tell when birds are flirting with each other, its rather cute and amusing, i really dig the poem
