Heart on the Grill

It’s a bitch that spits,
bites and claws – this thing that lumps us
into rooms together.

I know people who move side by side all the time,
parallel, never meeting, don’t touch to chat

Squirrels squirreling nuts for a winter that never comes,
busy busy busy

Falling off power lines, smack onto the hot grill
meet a nice little pigeon down there,
they dunno what they’ll do, dance a little on the coals
risk singing that fur, dance dance dance

Take a chance

Hop parallel back up, zip zip zip
nothing to see, just a coupla squirrels
gettin squirrely again, side by side.


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