(and how our world of 2021 needs beautiful words and imagery)

WHAT THAT called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep.
What then? That dare?
to become less than me?
I adore the music of those
birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings
my skin and heart
Watching and hearing!
the freedom of songs!
within those distance
trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught.
But my heart sings. It sings
as the birds so free!
Those! Them amongst those tall
trees!

I am dead.

:: 09.18.2021 ::

WHAT THAT called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep.
What then? That dare?
to become less than me?
I adore the music of those
birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings
my skin and heart
Watching and hearing!
the freedom of songs!
within those distance
trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught.
But my heart sings. It sings
as the birds so free!
Those! Them amongst those tall
trees!

I am dead.

:: 09.18.2021 ::