drink order

truthfully, i was taken with the salmon in the sky 

the phone wire running up the hill looked like it led straight to the heavens

i followed it all the way to where the clouds cleared

i’m inclined to believe my eyes would’ve traced that path forever

a green bird took my attention away as it glided towards me

it stopped to collect itself on a nearby bus stop bench 

i think it could beat traffic better on its own

but i suppose it knew best

the geriatric man inhaling a marlboro light looked down and began to speak to his new companion

a rapturous conversation they had between drags of the man’s cigarette

i imagine that the monk parakeet mostly listened

it had quiet eyes, after all

i’ve allowed too much silence to fill the space around me

a shame to have to interrupt such a charming spectacle

to take the long trudge back from the world’s better half

sparkling, please