The origami birds will not fly south.
\nThe red birds of the maple,
\nthe yellow sparrows of the gingko,
\nthe hummingbirds of the honey locusts.
\nThey will huddle like a brilliant blanket
\non the ground and then be gone.
\nIn a few weeks there will be
\na hush under the trees.
\nThe charwomen of the winter
\nwill bring buckets and brooms
\nand clean the bushes and branches.<\/p>\n
The Transvaal of the heavens
\nwill stretch to the endless distance
\nin the sky, and we will see
\nflocks of ducks and geese
\nfade in the blue.
\nClouds of songbirds and starlings
\nwill dissolve in the crematory of the light
\nand I will look about
\nstanding in the wind
\nlike a shadow watching surf,
\nalone and cold.<\/p>\n
Hear a different music in the trees
\nand become the incarnation
\nof the world\u2019s change.
\nIn the universe there are endless dunes
\nof winter and spring,
\nlife and death,
\ntransformation and passing.<\/p>\n
And here and there,
\ntraffic,
\ncafes,
\nsongs and people
\ngathering,
\nthemselves the origami of love,
\ncomedy,
\nand tears,
\nold and new,
\nbreathlessly beautiful
\nand sacred.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The origami birds will not fly south. The red birds of the maple, the yellow sparrows of the gingko, the hummingbirds of the honey locusts.…<\/p>\n