sing, all ye Han River birds at dusk
play tag around guzheng tall grass
bent like guitar strings in Beck's Bolero
chase your wet shadows across glistening rocks
race your kindred spirit across the stream
hide and seek in Taichung terrarium
hover, dive, and soar on shore
over bikers elongated in the setting sun
over earth masters stretched to the breaking point
dance the two-wing shuffle o'er man-made ledges
be loud and fast in our absence
making sense out of nonsense
sing ye wing'd heroes of nature
play melodies over road motor mumble
bring scenes of gleaming greens and bowing boughs
as the sun sinks low to kiss golden patties
to fragile nested shelters fly
when music fades and stars begin to shine
before your orchestra is drowned
in a blanket of headlights and gnats
heralding bats' high frequency song
till aviary diners return at dawn
November 7, 2016
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