Trees dangling in the sun won’t upset turkey vultures.
Flying in figure eights, above the highway,
scavengers like these will outwait any passing chaos.
Cars will cease to babble down the arteries,
Lights at night will suddenly wink,
blacking out after hundreds of years, sooner than hoped.
Vines on a power line won’t harm squirrels.
Gliding above a city’s blood,
scavengers like these will outwait any passing order.