Don’t lock me out
\nSaid the spirit
\nOf a greenish blue bird
\nSitting on a branch of a dry tree
\nBut how could I
\nHow could I
\nGates of scattered songlines
\nNeed a piano
\nDancing steps
\nBubbling smiles
\nNone of which need a reason
\nAnd yet occupied as I am in the struggles
\nOf a life
\nDissolved in a soup of
\nFresh asparagus
\nDo you want to eat these
\nWithout a spoon
\nAnd a fork
\nFingers soaked in jelly of hopes
\nOozed joyful cream
\nOf a careless farm
\nMature crops
\nOr just tell me
\nWhy standing at the gate of the farm
\nI should watch birds fly
\nAnd pray that my devotion
\nTo the pursuit of a purposeful
\nJourney
\nWill be fulfilled
\nWithout losing the joy of.
\nSitting on a bench
\nIn a solitary corner
\nOf a forlorn street
\nOf a forbidden city
\nIn the company of a sound
\nA touch
\nA smell
\nAn abandoned air
\nForget the rules
\nCreate a sanctuary
\nSo that wild dear
\nCan roam free
\nAnd elephants will not worry
\nAbout the deep footsteps
\nIn which will grow a grass
\nThat I need to weave a
\nSmall mattress for you
\nTo take with you
\nWhen you grow old
\nAnd have to keep your feet dry
\nOn a wet ground<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Don’t lock me out Said the spirit Of a greenish blue bird Sitting on a branch of a dry tree But how could I How could I Gates of scattered songlines Need a piano Dancing steps Bubbling smiles None of which need a reason And yet occupied as I am in the struggles Of a … <\/p>\n