Looking for kingfishers in trees,
I saw wood peckers in the park,
And rows of crows at breakfast
By a skating rink where kids fly,
Like kingfishers into the foliage
With fish caught from a beach.
Kids had their bird neck heads
In helmets that flew like wings
While coach’s whistle wriggled
Like the hapless fish in its beak.
Bearded sweeper held broom
That swept dust like mortality.