Bird Song
( "There is no other in the world- Mine was the only one..." - Emily Dickinson )
Uncounting by bird-song in a morning wash
in a mango copse by the low hung melting fern
and I, a clown watcher
espy the tromping doers
the morning dove's coo
and the monarch in his rounds
left unmeasured, the banana leaves
and how the waxy-night grew
left unchallenged, the drinking-soil
the dry leaves awaiting the rain
and I, hope unavailing
fall through every image of her voice
the white of my closing eyes
breaking again
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