artwork by phil burns


I’m standing at a bus stop
twenty minutes from home
the reasons don’t matter
no sign of scheduled service
already long overdue
the traffic is nose to nose
mile after mile
barely moving
nothing happening
other than tempers rising
like the temperature
because mid-June at La Foux
near St Tropez
is blindingly hot

then overhead
I see the swallows
in uncountable numbers
swooping and swirling
dancing and diving
in playful pairs
and incredibly uncoordinated
but never conflicting groups

when I think that
we consider ourselves
the most advanced species
the highest level of intelligence
on planet Earth
I laugh in pure delight
at our absurd arrogance and stupidity

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