Emily & the world
Tedious summer sun
refuses setting,
keeps time —
makes mind
of buzzy bees.
There was bird,
then there wasn’t.
Bird bring night,
plead —
wingspan measured
aloft.
Let bird free only
to know it never was
bird.
Bird is neck, collared
promise —
hand held out
until it can’t.
& how to account
for the bird who’ll sing
after the moon rises?
Dear Emily,
</