these once wizened strings
pulled by a dull blue balloon,
now wax poetic on a sky
secured by trees.
released in higher and higher resolution--
to blind birds, these lilting spring oracles.
bliss binges forgetting to chew the
***** of it, mad mouthfuls of life.
leaving gathered trails of love's chase,
precariously placed nests ragged
with the quick of it.
the faint sigh of flesh over bone can
be heard in the breeze, then inhaled
as honey gone to the brain.