in the square below my window
steps away from my front door
there were people
at two am then again at five
the number growing -
many still there at nine and ten
a round of bells at some point
announced…what? why?
I know this from Birdie’s
waking, announcing
well past noon
outside I hear the lulling
churning of work done slowly
while I wait for deliveries
before I can nap
