O, Mockingbird

This Earth will sing for you

O, Mockingbird.

With all your precious wrappings

And your manicolored dreams.

How many lives have you?

To distract you from the one you're in?

The water screams like outrage

As you,

With your patchwork brain,

Imagine the world

From every direction...

But it's hard from where you're standing

O, Mockingbird, had you forgotten?

You can fly.

Sweet Mockingbird, let the choir find you

In the moments you're within your self.

We can sit a while,

And listen to the wind;

Til dawn succumbs to dusk returns the day again.

J.K.