A Brief Encounter with a
Songbird
by michael shannon friedman
There is no other life, you must make it so.Even when night is a rain of
mice undancing
beneath the buttons you
keep saving
for stars, you must
release
the steps of your own
future, and become
the space beyond even
your
own perfect ear: trust
only
in what refuses
to rest, know only the
words that resist
the names of your sure
and
secret colors: you know
when
the wind is a whistle,
you have
made it blow: such
ignorance I
was that makes this
here knowledge joy, so
far from all
your body was, inside
your poetry. <
Michael Shannon Friedman writes and records
music for Perdition Media in St. Louis, MO.
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