holds animated discussions
in the muggy Roman air.
Stalled in the marine layer,
their flights delayed,
they consider a swoop
for espresso,
or the fat fallen oranges
in our wet courtyard.
Their honk-chatter
wakes me from a dream
of home, far-off
memories, strange anger
leaking from bird-quarrel
into stories of sibling
struggles, mom’s
phobias, self-parts
dredged up
and flung
into the Roman