Birdsong





Birdsong

 

Like a swift I sail through the city

On my bike weaving and whistling

I have headphones in I'm listening

To recordings of birdsong

 

So I don't forget the sound because

The only birds here are plastic bags

They crinkle floating lazily

They all smoke cigarettes and so
 
Their voices crack and rasp



T
im Gorichanaz



 

Tim Gorichanaz is a writer and poet from Wisconsin. He is currently a PhD candidate at Drexel University in Philadelphia, where he studies the philosophy of documents. When he is not reading or writing, he enjoys running very long distances and learning classical guitar




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