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Indigo Birdsong
Little star dreams in the trees laden with hard green fruit
Paint faded porch steps and cool fan air
Little shadow of me grows longer by night—
There’s a bird singing in the indigo
When bridges and towers are tumbling down
When fire rips and snakes of smoke sparks fly upwards.
There’s a bird singing in the indigo
Softer than a prayer, stronger than a lullaby
When the invisible germ ravages cities
When the children’s faces have nowhere to hide.
I believe
A bird sings in the indigo
Solid
Not hope—
A bird
Paints our souls indigo
Leaving us all beautiful nights
To hide inside.
Bird in the indigo,
Night inside us.
Listen.
I wrote this one August night while sitting alone on the porch steps. I can't exactly say what indigio birdsong is, just that it sounds lovely and lonely.