[Airplane]

A lighted needle is spearing The score the day had left For the musician of the night To play.

[Baby Bird]

A father’s arms lift her In the sky, and she flails Her limbs around as if She wants to fly Away.

[Looking Into The Well]

Under blue lights, blue notes Are freed from a cage of white Teeth. I lean into her voice,

A well into which the moon Has taken a dive, in which fireflies Hover and from which cicadas Hum on rainy nights. There I hope To find the song hidden inside All songs.