Audition
I got my booster shot. The rooster
trots out into the yard and throats a shout.
Some huge truck beep-whines its lorry line of code.
I’m about to compose an ode
from bedfast leaning on the other arm
to bird feel of Midwestern cloud
with plane moan and car door closings sifted through
the open window with staccato prompts
in counterpoint with juice rasped finch recitative.