There
she sits
within that box removed from weather & the weight of sky
illuminated
by an energy that I feel in wires strewn from pole to box to pole again
about this street this town this place
curious how much she thinks
not knowing how observed she is
we all watch
we discern her wonder
how much we know how much she sees and doesn't yet see
what's that like--the taunt stretch of smoothness over bones
the upright movement so deliberate & designed
what is the objective to her days
where does delight lie
I think she is sad yet oddly content with that
oh! how she does take note of changes in our song
in the color of morning
in the approach of the coming storm
this one spring dawn
I think she would like my feathers
and my freedom
she sits
within that box removed from weather & the weight of sky
illuminated
by an energy that I feel in wires strewn from pole to box to pole again
about this street this town this place
curious how much she thinks
not knowing how observed she is
we all watch
we discern her wonder
how much we know how much she sees and doesn't yet see
what's that like--the taunt stretch of smoothness over bones
the upright movement so deliberate & designed
what is the objective to her days
where does delight lie
I think she is sad yet oddly content with that
oh! how she does take note of changes in our song
in the color of morning
in the approach of the coming storm
this one spring dawn
I think she would like my feathers
and my freedom
