How can you love a bird more than an ocean?
The colored flash across the window
The not-sweet song out of sight
The glimpse in the tree, on the edge of the tree
We see each other and you fly
But only a limb away
If I do not pursue
And if I am happy about my own work
I soon see you chipping at the sill
Were I to rush my whole full heart
into the light of day
I am certain I would never see
you again
And what do I know of who you are?
Much easier to love a beautiful bird
if you do not see it too closely
The flitting and flirting and sweet song
they are more of the thing than the thing
in its blood and dust and feathers and eyes
and lips and smile and song and ...
Where are you, my love?
Why do you hide from me?
Here I am closing my heart again.
Here, I am busy about my work.
Here, a poem for you to taste
Good nourishment
Don't be frightened.
See? I will not ....
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