Vipassana

song bird’s cage

the newspaper 
spread out 

like a tablecloth 
obituaries 

on one side
comics on

the other
the dead

smiling the
comics tragic

black white
gray world

made of 
fuzzy dots

an obsolete
medium ready

to line the
bottom of 

the song
bird’s cage

snowy breast
fawn brown wings

a nightingale
whose love

call goes 
unanswered