Countless birds
chatter and twistle
this morning
in the city.
While we fill
potholes
the swallows and yellow-billed shrikes
swoop and sing.
Their ringing hymns outstrip
the coughing jackhammers.
With wordless pitch
their voices fill
the dark heart
denser than pressed tar
whose color dulls
beside the warbler’s luminous sheen.
in the sky above the scarred street
a poem by troy cady
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