A hummingbird and a house finch feed neat
precise in the stillness. Beyond the trees
reflecting silver green in the current
from the cold spring comes a thrum crosscurrent.
Fast wheels on pavement sound stress in harsh waves
aggress. We cannot see frantic airwaves.
We tune them out but in the deepest song
unease stirring coalesces. The wrong
premises support not this jovial
cloying reassurance, colloquial
creeds recited abecedarian.
Intuition flexes new, clarion.