Mockingbird

Mockingbird

Mockingbird

No other song
                 or swoop (part
     quiver, part swivel and
          plash) with
  tour de force
stray the course note
     liquefactions
  (its new,
bawdy air an
     aria hangs in) en-
thralls,
          trills, loops, soars,
               startles, out-warbles,
out-brawns, more
     juicily,
               lifts up
the dawn, outlaws from
                    sackcloth, the cool
   sloth of   bed sheets,
                         from pillows
         and silks
             and blue-quilted, feminine
bolsters, fusses
                   of coverlets;
                              nips as the switch
of   a juvenile willow, fuzz
              of a nettle, to
       window and window
                        and window and ever
                 toward egress, to
           flurry, pollen
and petal shed,
                        to wet street
  and wet pavement,
              all sentiment intemperate,
  all sentience
                       ephemeral.