under tree

Tonight after work I walked among trees.



I saw a flock of house finches atop one tree, and an eastern kingbird atop another.
Bluebirds and the finches bathed in water in a concrete culvert. My headphones were filled with a Radio New Zealand documentary about Texan blues man Johnny Winter. The news on the radio was filled with sad news of terrorist wrongdoing. At home I ate seedless grapes and thought about miscommunication.