birds (elegy) Lyrics

The struggle is a stream of water through the gutter

We skip, holding up leaves just to flow into a dream

Birds on a string of nostalgia and flutter

There must be something in this florescent rain

Pastorals written on blacktop grain

When suffrage refrains the same

Summer showers and wind to tame

As I look at the soft night that came

Kissin' the flowers that bend over cement

Smelling the air as it permeates the brain

I will continue to dwell in this slow lament

For I wish the will nature would never change