On a Bird 2

(ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW) I loved and wept Dreamt and lost Like a flower in heat, Summer’s thirst. The withered petals About to mingle in dusts Jamming the eyes Like wanton sorrows. Loved a bird that Like afternoon wind Chilled my skin Breathed my breath. Parch black Carboning my heart Its fish like tail Sailing me far Love ‘s here dearer Like Olive fur A bird ‘s better Than a bud of butter- Till I discovered the beauty perched My afternoon sight Only to prey on the bugs Buzzing over an exhaust duct.