Drop me off in any city
four hours later
you’ll find me
on the ragged edge of town
aside of an abandoned building
a dandelion bursting full-blooded summer
through a crack in the sidewalk
an oasis of wilderness
I’m calibrated to
a dirt road
fifty miles from any stop sign
a far-off train whistle
one sprawling oak tree
its sweeping arms cradling an entire flock of starlings
the iridescence of their wings
spilling into
the shimmer of their song