thanks to They Might Be Giants
“What’s a soul,
and how do you build a bird house
in it?”
My soul ached then,
as he built a space
larger than the sky:
the bluest wonder widened
within, opening his nascent world
to dawn’s infinite chorus,
and I rose with the song
to a dance
I had thought forgotten.
When did I lose such trust
in the fragile
feathers of love?
(November 14, 2021)
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