by Adam Moorad

goddamn birds coo blankness
the night, moving, is right now
casing the smog with moonlight

we stare one another down
full-frontal lunar wonderment

feathers drip sewer juice color
wetted, wanting to be touched

there is nesting every hour
drying rotting tarring eves
tinkering logarithmic patterns
with invisible GE oven heat

it’s 9:33 p.m. on a weekday
nothing was finished today
eating breakfast food for dinner

the summer is almost over