the crow on the bench in the park

I want to be the crow on the bench in the park. he watches people fight and kiss and falling through their phones. to him they couldn’t matter less. he doesn’t think about the news or where he’s meant to be. clouds pass and he can follow. on the bench or the branch he sits in total freedom from language and thought. neither serve or harm him more than fences he can fly through. without taxes his wings take him anywhere he wants. I want to be the crow in the park. I want to fly away.