Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Music Maker

From my position on a swing
I count up all the things with wings
And all the medicines they bring
Will they work on behalf of me?
Upon a butterfly I ping
I send her south by whistling 
To follow notes and guitar string
Until the sound becomes a scene
She brings a wind shaman who sings
The music maker of my dreams
A yellow sun canary king
The dragonfly to join my team