Winter 07

upon yawning commute for the 9AM—the reluctance
of a realworldolescent—nearly a hundred birds: a species

small and gray, urban, name unknown to knowledge,
swooped about in unison above the still, accepted wait

at light of red: finally

something natural, worthwhile. introducing change
to my mundane: flight school, artwork in the open air.

swift, wheeling maneuvers behind each unidentifiable
and momentary leader, anonymous but for milliseconds:

the decision-maker switches every time direction does—
the useful beauty of anyone initiating a new acrobatic,

no matter how ephemeral.

in the sight of which, overwhelming the well, feeling
lately like I've been typing into a typewriter without paper,

never wanted a light to stay red so bad before in all my life.


	America Stop Honking I Know What I'm Doing By Paul Siegell

	upon yawning commute for the 9AM—the reluctance of a realworldolescent—nearly a hundred birds: a species small and gray, urban, name unknown to knowledge, swooped about in unison above the still, accepted wait at light of red: finally something natural, worthwhile. introducing change to my mundane: flight school, artwork in the open air. swift, wheeling maneuvers behind each unidentifiable and momentary leader, anonymous but for milliseconds: the decision-maker switches every time direction does— the useful beauty of anyone initiating a new acrobatic, no matter how ephemeral. in the sight of which, overwhelming the well, feeling lately like I've been typing into a typewriter without paper, never wanted a light to stay red so bad before in all my life.

	Paul Siegell's forthcomers can be found in OTOLITHS, horse less review, Kulture Vulture and the 2008 Anthology of Younger Poets. His manuscripts, jambandbootleg and Poemergency Room , are currently calling out, "Whooo's got my publisher?" while strolling a concert parking lot with their pointer fingers up in the air. Kindly link to more of his work at ReVeLeR @ eYeLeVeL.