Sitting in traffic
That seemed to be moving
Inch by inch
Plastic covered bumpers
Facing
Plastic covered bumpers
Something caught my eye
My eye caught something
In the sky
Above me
Crows flying back and forth
From the dumpster of a seafood restaurant
To the red-light above
Perched on the long iron arm
They sat waiting
In all of their cleverness
These birds were carrying
Unopened clams
From the rotting trash
To the intersection of cars
Dropping these shellfish
From their scissor-like beaks
These crows called out in joy
In excitement
Anticipating the crushing of the clams
Squawking
They sat waiting
For the light to turn green
And the cars to move forward
Much like the humans below
Finally the clam’s shell was crushed
By the steel belted wheels
Moving like steamrollers of rubber
These birds swooped down and grabbed
Their next meal
Flying back up to their roost
They feast and feast well
Making the most of
What’s right in front of them
All while the ones beneath
Moan and cry
They’re still inconvenienced
By this light burning bright red
