a fortiori

Why the grown hawk would struggle on
The wind
I cannot know

I've seen it, though
And desiring
To help things along for regalness sake

I reached up on high
In prayer
To see burden lifted, compass-mark found

The Laughing Dance

Screens
Shades
And curtains
Never served me for certain
So I’ve torn them all down with glee

With one sole, honest purpose
To risk

Birds
Bugs
And butterflies
Too, a stray cat
Who’ll mingle with me

That a burdened bird
Landed firm upon a branch
Proves that I can breathe

Wingless, yet in flight
Yellow bird, break not my heart
Trust ye, the terroir

As I capture you
Your wild brother rejoices
My songbird, my love

You’ve set the bird free
Happy girl now you may run
Oh what have you done

After all the level orange
Noise
You knew I love the morning bird
Song
Somehow you had me wake up

sweet and willing wings
the babiest bird I seek
to rest my tired head

Mocking bird
Were I your tree
A conscience surely would find thee
You’d fly too far
And feel the sting
Reflecting on the soothe I bring

My honest leaves
With perfect shimmer
Pray your feathers grow none dimmer
Striped wing belied
By your lone song
You’ve held no hope here all along

I think I’ll spend Saturday
As an injured bird
That had fallen the Friday before
Should Sunday
Be gifted to me
A Phenix I think I will be