birds of a browbeat afternoon

by rundown automobiles

where we leaned our bodies

to appreciate sunsets 

for a few brief seconds, 

the world didn't watch.

when the rains came down,

there were clouds,

so the stars didn't watch.

we have been music

lost to time,

we have been laughter eaten by silence;

throughout history,

we have always been

like birds of a browbeat afternoon - 

looking at the skies, heads slanted, 

thinking.