B I R D S

We are all the same beneath the shadow of a bird’s wing.

Grounded to various acidic levels of Earthen soil,

we are all characters in the songs their words sing.

Encumbered by gravity’s vaporous ballast,

the creatures in the sky create an amorous balance.

Our desire to ascend into the bend beyond flesh,

is the romantic end we spend our lives attempting to undress.

Exposure to awareness will never leave a free bird naked.

Neglecting the clover, however, will strip away

everything a seabird holds sacred.