a goldfinch singing
a glide of tumbled notes
the burden of heat–
a giant python weight–
wraps my chest
constricting my view
of the world
the low afternoon moon pays dues
from my empty pockets
an armada of frogs
sing for each other
where the current is
as slack as my discipline
rabbits listen but
make no comment
crows are difficult
to interrupt when
their beaks are empty
Narble Furt Lives 
Beautiful in every way.
Yep, me too. It really is the high point of my year.
Thanks, Cindy. The other comment was meant for Casi. WordPress bites me again. 🙂
BEAUTIFUL so looking forward to seeing you and all at Poche 🤗❤️
This is wonderful and so much fun to read!
🙂
Beautiful, Jim. The lyricism of the images touched me.
It really is a snapshot. Thanks.
I love this. Especially the line about the current being as slack as your discipline.
Thanks, Mark. It was a line that came out of nowhere and I kept it.