Birdsong
Like a swift I sail through the
city
On my bike weaving and whistling
I have headphones in I'm listening
To recordings of birdsong
So I don't forget the sound because
The only birds here are plastic
bags
They crinkle floating lazily
They all smoke cigarettes and so
T
im Gorichanaz
Tim Gorichanaz is a
writer and poet from Wisconsin. He is currently a PhD candidate at Drexel
University in Philadelphia, where he studies the philosophy of documents. When
he is not reading or writing, he enjoys running very long distances and
learning classical guitar
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Poetry