Other Side Of The Tracks

The day I saw you hop along
the other side of the tracks
was a day I’ll never forget

Brazen beaked
sharp and shiny as anything
pilfered from a nest
or snatched out of an open window

Ruffled plumage
black and white
like a newspaper
holding secrets

Walk an iron tightrope
wry tilt of the head
feet clacking
braggadocio tap dancer

A rumble sounds in the distance
as if a sleeping giant has awakened
the tram rattles along
you’re undaunted

It’s a game of chicken
whoever flinches is fucked
throw caution to a wind
you can fly on

At the last possible second
feathers unfurl like a matador
baiting an angry bull
shadowy wings take flight

Leave behind a cackle
oh, trickster bird
sing the song
that lives on until we meet again
at the other side of the tracks

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