Bird Song

( "There is no other in the world- Mine was the only one..." - Emily Dickinson ) Uncounting by bird-song in a morning wash in a mango copse by the low hung melting fern and I, a clown watcher espy the tromping doers the morning dove's coo and the monarch in his rounds left unmeasured, the banana leaves and how the waxy-night grew left unchallenged, the drinking-soil the dry leaves awaiting the rain and I, hope unavailing fall through every image of her voice the white of my closing eyes breaking again __________________