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Avian Aria

Avian Aria

Painting of treetops in front of a cloudy evening sky
I fall in love with most trees I meet  when describing how branches sway  dare not say they make a certain magic  show the passing of movement through time  silky samba of silhouettes  breeze cutting in  muse & her limbs  from shower to bath then pool to sea  bolt cracks open the sky—the widening  relentless acoustic guitar riffs  that sweet & sour movie  once seen between fingers  ever-ancient rumble—the stirring  disco floor disappears  spotlight withdraws without warning  bare & witnessing  holy elegance of eternity  but this tree dances not for me  two birds find an opening  temporary sanctuary  then we three fly away together  I could try to show you how  the sun makes heaven appear  …  there are things that words cannot touch