All birds love the church.
the tower nest
the tower bell
the sky spread out overhead, inexhaustible altitude.
Stacked stones in geometric statement offer sanctuary.
cardinals and a heart to beat them into the world.
My love, lit match, black book, dark eyed juncoe,
raptor asleep in the afternoon,
I have gathered every rain and made these glorious stormy wings.
Why can't I touch God?
Why the gauntlet between us, the tether, this madhouse distance?
Wrap your one wing around me as I will mine for you; we rise together semi-divine.
Types of birds:
cartwheel in the open air.
Have faith in Me, sayeth the Lord.
Just trust in us, baby. At midnight, music playing.
Types of song, shades of color, each requiring light, air, love.
We do the best we can. We pray. We kiss. We fall willingly into the sky and vanish.
for Real Toads.