Young

Songbirds
Laid into
Arboreal
Sky with a
Paradigm
Shift
Taking
Flight
…
Sabotaging
Itself out of
Legitimized-intimate
Spaces and
Situational
Pairings:
Branchings
Subconsciously
Longed for by
Night yet to
Find the happy medium
Between
Dying and
Surrendering to summer heat and the
Stream said nothing about the
Rain;
Nature’s own incidental way of
Inhouse
Cheating
…
Normalizing for
Picnic
Basket
Eyes and other
Casualties of the
Moment;
Assigned
No value year after year
Safely keeping shape; a
Purse on
Self-scorn’s
Permanent
Passenger seat
Never
Realizing the
Potential for
Falling
…
Mostly listening to the
Silence
Welded between a
Road
Mapping;
Some
Body part
Away
…
Filling in for
What
Minds weren’t
Sure or
Brave enough to
Announce
Before the
Clouded
Overview of
What
Lies
Ahead
…
So they ate from the
Fruits of
Oblivion
Tasting their
Brazen
Sun Dances of
Tomorrow
…
Ended by the
Distance of
Higher
Learning and the
Terms on which they
Met too: also
Pulled
Apart by that
Same
Institution of
All too young.