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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