Novelty
oil on Baltic Birch Tondo
12"
 
 
Because the Finch—was more than Finch—
And Sparrow—lent him Breath—
He lifted from the Blue—
As if the Sky—had learned his Name—
 
Petals—fell like whispered Suns—
Perfumed—each small Wing—
The Air—grew intimate—
And called him—Everything—
 
I felt the hush—of feathered Law—
A grammar—made of Flight—
Where Color—was a way to Pray—
And Motion—meant Delight—