Collins in Budapest

I laughed at Budapest’s snuffling snout.
Said Billy you’re too much
hope he stifled a snort

What animal got into your pen?
My fingers fly away without thought
like the chickadee song fading

But I can’t fence the sky and my mind,
perched a county over somewhere
startled when he laughed too

-A.J.M.

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