what folk songs would angels sing?
round campfires with ashes which put- put out
in sky without oxygen,
and without enough breath to sing.
So it's visual, the song,
the brown birds flocking down into it, a reflection on the river.
All musicians are agnostic and requesting the same thing
Two Black dogs are running the park into night time
one street lamp is howling back
keeping warm the street for promised comer-byers
though still untouched
struck by the grateful bell
ringing
this world, this world, this world.
Your orchestra, is
what-air exists
between the wool
texture and ear
the reminder of life which briskness brings
is not in it's stinging kiss,
but your survival of it.