streetside_symphonic birdmad crazy dichotomy of wild desert and urban backstreet broken glass and tumbleweeds whistle and rattle in the gusts of wind born from a spring breeze grafitti on block wall obscured in part by bougainvillea blossoms above and the dried remains of overgrown dandelions relentless sun veiled by clouds a gigantic and ancient cottonwood tree presiding over an empty river and a scrapyard off in the distance just a little farther than i care to walk, but not too far from where i used to call home and on these hidden paths, the cacophony of small birds in their trees nearly drowns out the traffic and the clatter and bang of the steel mill along my path 060428 ... grendel i may have sung this song before in a dozen different ways and blathes, but the birdsong always gets me noisy little things. 060428 what's it to you? who go blather from