Divining Birdsong

Scant breath of wind at sunrise
Salmon clouds and crescent moon
Sky paintings in street puddles

What chant do I have
In this bright temple of morning?

Houses are empty
No chimney smoke
No dogs barking
No voices at all

In this silent non-eternity
I will be forever
Divining birdsong.

(c) Eric Walter 2015
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