Catbird Singing in the Wind

 
I know the way to smudge the situation,
the way to gloss over the circumstances,
to ink in the shadow lands,
to covet the rainbow in the tail end of things.

Watch for the dusty splatters left by rain,
the shriveled blossoms hanging on,
after death has pinched them
out of the picture.

Grab that scenic trail along the rainbow edges
Taste the moment when the thin wire cuts through the lines.
I hear you focused in the wind,
your frequencies are stubbing out the distances.

Stretch out the small, the almost never was,
Flatten out the instant hieroglyphic,
Sort through the serifs and the forky trampled things--
I know the truth,
I hear it in the wireless wind.