Bluebird

Bluebird bluebird
Do you feel absurd
Calling out calling out
To your false dawn
False dawn false dawn
Here you come now you’re gone
Just a trick of the guttering wick
And the dew on the lawn

Bluebird bluebird
You are not injured
Drag your wing walk away
From your heart’s home
Heart’s home heart’s home
Not of wood or stone
Not of steel flesh or bone
But of time alone

Bluebird bluebird
Each birth so sure
This will be the setting free
The cure the cure
The cure the cure
But what ails what’s sore
Blue feathers golden beak
What more could a bluebird need?

Spring 2001
New Orleans