the taxi driver

sunday 6 am

driving up  Park Ave.

no business.

i’m on the inside divide side.

the chirp of a bird.

a couple cars in front

start moving to the middle lane.

then  i see it

a small bird

its lower body

smashed into the concrete

chest and head calling out

the other cars not wanting it on their tires

i aim

i become death

tears in my eyes


©- 2019 – Vittoria repetto

Posted on August 25, 2019, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Victoria, this is the best poem, the strongest, most uncompromising I have read of yours. Keep up the great work.

  2. Deborah Hauser

    So sad, but beautiful also.

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