You Can Always Hear Birds - Julia Brown

You can always hear birds

Morning or night

The sun setting or rising

Outside

I wake up with the red

The fall’s across my face

Think I’ll watch a movie

Today

Summer storms are gone

No more blackened skies

Water boiling on the stove

When are you coming home?

You could be my monolith

We’ll put a little machine

Deep inside your chest

And then just like in my dreams

We’ll always grow older

But never really die