The Pier by Wayne F. Burke

I walked out to the end of the pier
to visit with the birds
who inched-over for me
and we all stood
placidly
facing the sun
and the birds cooed
until some guy
strode
determinedly
and I inched-over for him
and the birds scattered
as if from a big wind
and the guy looked over
the edge of the pier
at the pale green water
same as everywhere
and then he turned and left
and the birds returned
one by one
and we all stood
facing the sun
and the birds
started
to coo
again.

wayne-f-burke
Wayne F. Burke’s poetry has appeared in a variety of publications (including “In Between Hangovers”). His three published poetry collections, all from Bareback Press, are WORDS THAT BURN, DICKHEAD, and KNUCKLE SANDWICHES. His chapbook PADDY WAGON is published by Epic Rites Press. He lives in Vermont.
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