No Birds on the Balcony vs. the Way You Take Care of Me
you are the birds on the balcony
of my life. obviously,
when I should be having my second coffee
of the morning, I am the birds
on the balcony of your heart,
chirping as loud as I can,
hoping you will look up
from the lid of your laptop,
out the window, directly into my eyes,
just so I can sing you a song,
a most annoying morning song,
while you should be working
like a hard ox in January.