songbird (for A.)

one bright note in the canopy above me
far beyond my reach in the late spring sun
a glimpse of deft movement
but i never quite perceive you
i await your pity
and believe it to be love

one bright note, quite imperfect
you approach me
as if to say you’re no better than i
then you flit out of reach
to a bough so much higher
your soothing tune
was no more than a lie


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