Where Everyone Waves.

The museum overlooking painted brick houses, mercedes on fresh asphalt, and sprinklers sprinkling,
offers free admission on Sundays to migratory birds.
They slight impressionism,
hasten past the still lives of already blurry daffodils, cowlick-trained lawns,
and a smudged outline of his body on her bed below a blinding skylight.

They’ll never notice but
He’s restless, too.