The Poem Said

The poem said

exhale Windex between a windowsill & a hummingbird or the neighbor’s new car

The hummingbird

that was just here & the one that disappeared are

the same hummingbird

A list of trees

& a playground riddled with kids call home

or text wings &

backpacks

Now I can do whatever I want to

A seedpod explodes above the blacktop

Light pours out on top

I coughed up Excedrin in a Corolla & felt much better

There are different kinds of light

Chirps squeaks whistles & buzzes