though i’ve mostly
been a shower
stall singer,
i hum and run smooth but
sporadically like any
cabin fridge,
at breaking point of
summer swelter,
birds flock and perch
by my ear all
the same,
still trilling as they
melt all over..
birds keen to hear
same crippling
tales of
woe,
that plagued same
lousy singer,
when he camped
here years
ago.
Grumpy Gorman
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