Songbird


song bird psalm bird from your sky through the trees tumbling, tumbling like proud Icarus to the sea
	farther down, far below taking aim the child sees where music falls in waterfalls honey jar with wings
a song bird a solemn bird somber though he sings humming to the ground with scarcely a sound the child scarcely breathes
	to take the final aim no more, no more can there be song for the sake of song only the cold kiss of anonymity
one shot once thought
as the song of the psalm bird
drops the way winter drops

	PaloVerde The Arizona State University West Literary Magazine	May, 2000 Volume 8, Number 1
	Poetry