poem
Posted on Sunday, August 9th, 2009 at 3:56 pmWe walked into the shadows
Waking up the birds.
As the Sun rose higher
We got hotter.
And the park got closer
And the music louder.
We walked into the shadows
Waking up the birds.
They shot down from their branches
Scolding us.
Streaks of red and yellow
Filling up the sky with its
Own golden glow.
We walked into the shadows
Waking up the birds.
And they sang us good morning
Good morning
Good morning
They sang us good morning
Till the end of the day.
Higher. Hotter. Closer. Louder.
I like that. I like that sound.
I like that sound your words make.
And that shape!
I like that shape your words make.
And the risk …
I like the risk your words take
bending the rules of grammar
to suit your sense
of act and actor.
“They sang us”
Indeed!
You sing you,
too,
and well
you do.
And,
well, you do.
It sings. Thank you.