Derik Badman's Journal

The faint sound of hits from the '80s over the hiss of compressors.
A single swallow twitters overhead;
Sparrows scatter in a cloud.
The twittering increases at the church
Where the swallows stay alight circling as
other birds of all sorts perch along roofline and steeple.
Crashes, a trash truck beeps as it reverses
Then roars into gear.
The sparrows chat, the sparrows scatter,
Traffic passes.