Instrumental Elements

Night closes her black box

but little birds spill out,

scattered shadows

throwing morning voices

wing to tree,

cloud to wing.

Fluid blue belly

in earth's churning throat;

opens song;

petal, leaf and eye,

sleeping past thirst for light.

Dawn drags birth

in skies her slow strength

feeds small mouths

milky white.

Flooding up

come locust tongues

to muscle sun

wrestling life,

each salty

flame's drop

swallowed touch,

day's basking strings

sung down singed silver's

coming night.