8/13/2009

First Song

Slowly, as is the nature of
the first bird brave enough
to sing.

Ahead of morning, not knowing
that its song wakenes lilies
slumbering in their purple heads or

jostles the roses from
red-velvet dreams. Maybe, I
could be that bird, fearless,
hopeful with anonymous wing

fades back into the beauty
of its musical kingdom.

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