soft bird
brush up against her
she's fallen in a hole
rocky walled and thorny
nursing the prayer flags pole
the dirt is damp and musky
the mud a shell lined hole
swish your wings across her forehead
feather please her earthbound bowl
we all have touched the bottom
whiskey stained yellow breath
bitter broken batch of blueprints
our bridge collapsed into a fence
so leave your bramble and your eggshell
your perch of prospect and polite
lift her up to smell the heavens
teacher he not to fear the night
