Bird Call

Waiting for affirmation—don’t

                           become wooing or else

                                                   you will fall victim to

heavenly creatures.  Not that you aren’t

                              as sincere as an infant. You are not

                                                   naive. You know why

a rose is breathtaking. Dying

                                you live

                                                     by abstracting—questioning—causing

terror.  You watch for the sound of it, 

                                   and yet still

                                                     you sing, silently, for moments.

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