Starlings

Snarls, bread trucks, yeast
breathing inside huddled bags,
and sleepers completing lives
behind their gray windows.

A whistle on the phonewires,
feathers, twitches, whistling
down to the hot loaves.

Reeds everywhere, pulse,
flesh, flutes, and wakened sighs.
An answer. Radio news

and breathers behind our windows,
birds’ new voices changing,
changed, to the unforgiving
hunger screech of immigrants.

Copyright Credit: W. S. Di Piero, “Starlings” from The Restorers (Chicago: The University of Chicago Press, 1992). Copyright © 1992 by W. S. Di Piero. Reprinted with the permission of the author.
Source: The Restorers (The University of Chicago Press, 1992)