Way and Lane

At the corner of Inland Way and Yahara Lane,
There are two people laughing about to-do lists.
I am, once again, an observer.
Too many cups have me: I am pine again.

As I jitter, I make poetic attempts, sure to fail.
More commas are the sign of struggle
(as is self-directed commentary). 

Perhaps I can sample the lyrics
coming over the air?
Questions are another signal.

It is time to look for hawks and eagles,
and fear not for friendship:
the ducks and geese 
are again ready to nest.