The Plum

Hither, singing bird.

Who’s dancing on a plum?

Come watch me

As I watch you

Watch me fly.

And who is better

But who can’t breathe the rising sun?

Come be with me.

I’m with you.

Share my sigh.

And twist a feather

And kiss the passion on my brow.

I’m breathing.

Can you feel me

Feel you now?

Here and yon, sweet bird.

Who’s dancing on a plum?

Come watch you

As you watch me

Watch you fly.