Plop, plop, plop,
Students eat lunch with umbrellas over their heads
but it is not raining.
Plop, plop, plop
people duck under awnings,
weary of airborne assailants.
Plop, plop, plop
You know when you’ve been hit, a thud,
then the walk, everyone evades your step,
Plop, plop, plop
Settled by the white sink with a damp paper towel
Cursing those smug, soaring birds, overhead.