Sunday Muse #159

 Sunday Muse #159 (come join the fun!): The Birds Know

When the bars fell and the trees cracked our shell, 

a fable returned to our streets.

Even the zoo knows the birds travel true

by the light of the city's defeat.

Dragonflies will weave us diamond lies

while the cicadas shatter the chorus

Wait for the parliament at the lake where we sat,

plastic swans sinking beneath

Perch where the water distorts the clear air,

wish on rainbows where fountains are bare

Dragonflies will speak our liar's high

while the cicadas rattle the forest

The ducks and the geese, mockingbirds swallows--

 and we--

might prove the moral is fair. 

Okay, I couldn't not create a tiny zine for this poem...because I'm still on that kick. :) 

Hope everyone is having a productive week, a pleasant week, or a peaceful week (all of the above?)! 

-- chrissa