I wrote a poem for you and
For the bird up in the tree—
I have learned he does not believe
I know his melody

I let the bird sing
I let my eyes see,
Not assuming each word has charge,
Is revolutionary

Let me say it again,
Let me quick write it down—
I am not one to believe in the unseen
And still I pray

each night for eyes that will
See
You with fresh eyes and
Grace for the time remorse
Did not arrive

My coastal dreams
Are now past—
My tenderness made new

Let me say it again,
Let me quick write it down—

I wish to be the bird in the
Tree
Transcended from a human
Lens let me land on
Vulnerable precarities

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