Birdsong

I am eaten alive by inability
Though through objective eyes
I am fine

There’s a very good chance
If you’ve been listening, skylark
You would know the difference

But I regret that you’re not here
I mourn, strangely for
I have not lost anything in deference

To you

As fast as lightning flashes
& the hurricane supercedes
You are back

& I am tired of dredging
sloppily through the mud
Without a map. . .

So, so
So
Tired
Of that.

–LM