Genius Loci

As the crowd leaves, the plaintive
hums of the guitar dissipate,and
the lights dim,
a  bird appears in the staircase

He watches the gatherers,
heading down the city streets,
clad in amber moonlight.

He hears the train head home
with the roar of
thousands of leaves in the wind.

Another bird rises
in the silver streetlight.
And another.

There is a bird in every staircase,
nesting in every window,
fluttering among every star.

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