'Byrdes of on Kynde' by Carly Winchell

Byrdes of on Kynde
By: Carly Winchell


i saw the birds
on Doppler radar
mass of green
leaves take flight
covers oklahoma
in bird shit
at least I parked
in the garage
            at least the
            earth tore itself
            asunder maybe
            it feels a little
better off dead
is that one of
those sayings
            the ones where
            there is more
            to it than
            people know
curiosity killed
the cat
            but the satisfaction
            brought it back
jack of all trades
but master of none
            still better than
            master of one
how many trades
have I mastered, jack
i say one is better than
none
            but i can’t condone
this poetry it
            doesn’t exactly put
            food on the table
hone your skills, jack
learn how to read
the patterns in the
                                    birds
of a feather
flock together
            only a creature
            that tastes flight
            can flee
            an earthquake