Ah
the aria
of any singing pajaro!
moving—
without thought
from refrain to
refrain
—enriching
without thought
of remuneration,
singing for Science-still-knows-not-what
and pausing
sometimes— a measured rest
… space
for the complex
inflections
to echo
in the distance
and be echoed
in sentiment by others:
life
as it should be praised—
a skilled, continuing
jazz,
dipping
and soaring
towards white bars
on a blue sheet of sky
and a bright clef of sun,
before it
alights
to renew its chirping,
flight of music
What a fearful, unthrifty quiet
I have made of the few short measures given to me
by: L. Raymond Andrews
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