I am
The bird that sings on a desert tree
Lonely,
This bird sings on a desert tree.
Weather is cold goulash served on
cold chinaware in a shroud of fog.
This
lonesome sojourner sings
on alien trees on an alien desert
with an alien tag.
Winter becomes Spring
The spring is full, the water spirals in cascades
the bird, throat perched, sing lullabies
on this lonely alien desert.
Who will hear this morning song?
The din of a thousand city mortars!
The cacophony of a million cars
The crunch of a quake
The grinding of the streetcars
Rattling windows
On Geneva street.
One lonely bird sings on a lonely
desert tree one lonely winter day.
Alone.