bird’s path you follow
call it treading
flying
falling
from one end to another
notes of vernal branches
drift along the breeze
unseen traces unfold
song-clusters in echo
contained in silence
its one body
in one sphere
from one end
to another
azure
it’s the no end
mirrors coming
going
non-abiding
chiming bell of stones
meld with sigh of grass
slowly waking in the prairie
throbbed with morning light
