High upon a post
the cabinet swayed
Lights dim,
Faces did fade
Strapping in
to the lift, I prepared
to fix the lamps
and any wires there
Opening the ends
I pulled panels back
then I nearly had
a heart-attack
Somehow a nest
Built inside
Baby birds
There they hide
Wires damaged
Bulbs burnt out
They caused it all
I had no doubt
Rain in the air
and nowhere to go
I wrestled my instincts
and all I know
Closing it up
and tightening each screw
There was nothing else
that I could do
I'll return
at the end of spring
I'd rather hear
those new birds sing
YOU ARE READING
Words on Raceways
PoetryA very niche collection of poetry. This is dedicated to those in the Sign Industry. The people who design, sell, produce and install Signs are part of an industry that Michael Tyger has been a part of. These are some poems dedicated to their work an...
