Lost memory
sitting silent by the park
saw the strangest meadow lark
flew on diamond crested wings
And cut the air with how it sings

swear I’m there and how it stings
What with the woe nostalgia brings
You stole the song of solemn lark
And with the wind you swept her spark

Tried to put it out my mind
‘neath the flesh it still resides
pulls my tongue under the tides
Tangled, the torpor of two times

I pull four hands up toward my eyes
Feel for the feathers half my size
Flee from the feelings we despise
Or fuse with finch of this divide

perfect mirror has one flaw
Cannot show what has withdrawn
We fall beyond it’s awful jaw
Just a drop out of the pond

So I wonder what I’ll see
Should I detangle from the weeds
And follow where their water leads
Mirror and finch or only me

its k