Advisory

Wait for the coast to clear,
Seasonal riff raff to dissipate,
wood to drift
by blue cloth dried
into wrinkles
wrapped round stray brambles,
a conference
of plastic bottles huddled
necks tipped to the sky
helpless to free
trapped beetles, shiners,
feathers left behind
in the rush to leave
with the gaggle
who have not judged
the neighborhood, chosen
to move south
for the moral climate.
They are impelled
by greater forces, eggs
to be laid, agreeable air
currents, the compulsion
to make part of a whole
vee, point, border, tail
until a warmer pond
draws them
from where they were
and will return
again and again.