Bird Song Poem by Brian Sonberg
Bird Song
Visceral solo
Reaches crescendo,
Pops like a guitar string
Whose tension grew too great.
For a moment we touched,
But moments, too brief, pass
To spider webbed windshields.
All that remains
Is the time spent too hastily;
Gone in an instant.
Fractured memory fades on sidelines.
Solid-white salvation, just a foot away
The wipers, inept
Cannot wash away your memory
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