Time To Readjust Poem by Max McGovern

My father likes his birds.
Summer time finishings.
Biddings goodbye.
Four finches, for rest.
For hire and heaving away
These stone suitcases.

My dog hangs her head low.
Ears brushed back and berry-eyed
Selling me sadness as I go.
Opened up and divvied out.
A shovel and a shout.
We found it!
And maniacal laughing. Eh Bru?

Temptation, and iron ore.
Dense forest talks
On concrete shores.
Flowing by in silken waves.
A neon blade of light that shaves
Introverted thoughts from my brain.

No time to talk or sleep.
I’m walking this mountain
Up to dorms.
Lame and steep.