Improv: Albert Goldbarth “27,000 Miles”

Asleep and indrawn, the string paper

Coughs up enough pity to conquer

The air like some Arctic Tern that

Packages its body in a capricious

Toy thing. Make that an egret.

Make that my brother, who is me,

We both eat miles of road, not

Much sky, but the same applies.

Simultaneous strength, escape a caprice

A Chevy caprice with a duct taped

Bumper on the road to fernbank

And it feels like 2700 miles to see

Those angry wings flip-flapping

In the opposite direction.