walking through here

the flock of starlings that make three or four full circles over my head just as the sun is going down in the parking lot near the mill river and that weird power station. all of the birds are turning at the same time, and as they move their wings in unison, I can hear the flapping above me like heartbeats

the candy wrappers –
milky way
and twizzler
that I find on the street in between fallen
leaves,
remnants of the fairies and goblins and ninja warriors and tiny princesses and lionesses and butterflies and harry potters and ginny weasleys and baby whales and robot monsters that came walking through here on tuesday