BH (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Songbird

Her voice
cuts like glass.
Striking my heart,
I fall in instant love.

Higher and higher
she soars.
Hitting notes that
could make stones weep.

My eyes glassy;
my breath caught.
She sings with all her heart;
I can hear it breaking.

The song draws to a close,
her voice still ghosting the room.
In my mind she still sings,
a songbird soaring on golden wings.

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