Bird Song


I disappeared into the looking
a birdsong

I had stepped off the brick path
and was kneeling
in the dirt

circumscribed in time and space
kindness
burning
indifferent to my bliss

the night full of clouds
in the morning the moon
faint against the pale sky
would it be lasting
amidst the desolation
we would be facing

such a shame
it didn’t go our way

“I gave her the moon”. he said
the beauty made me catch her breadth
gray skies, clouds rolling by

a new life
a new love
and so we give
if we are able to, of ourselves

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