from your apartment patio

above you
blue sky
a lone cirrus cloud
behind fir trees
a line
of water vapor
in the wake of a plane
a nail
from a previous tenant
near the top of a post

around you
seven pots of dirt
a hole from a stellar’s jay
now on the lip of a pot
hungry for seeds

below you
a crow
in the open maw
of a garbage can
over-stuffed
another crow
jagged scraps of plastic
on the ground
by ripped mcdonalds bags
another crow
a cold french fry in its beak