The Birds 

I had a picnic with Mitski

On a grassy knoll

Overlooking an outdoor concert

Not sure who was playing, but someone

Who was not Mitski, since we were picnicking 

Maybe we shared a bottle of Rose

Since it was summer, I think

And that’s a summer drink

We ate vegan, olives were involved

She spoke of Laurel Hell,

Her new album in red vinyl

I told her my name is Laurel

Maybe we laughed at that

Maybe not, but she started dancing

As Mitski tends to do

She invited me to her concert

It may be in L.A. and I may attend

But, she won’t know me

She once said the Earth would be better

Without people

I guess then just the birds would sing.

March '22