Rain Bird

Rain Bird
for Mark Jacobs and Yoo-Mi Lee

I call you
Rain Bird
happiest in a blur
seeking nonsense
make sense to step out.

Light is your body
not a burden to air.
Warm is your discharge
sip by soil and seeds.

Steamy long trees,
rain-brewed leaves,
ripen flowers striptease,
and you, with delicate toes
trip, dip, then sail
against the wind

to re-emerge smaller,
more colorful,
and your song sweeter,
returning from a very old place,
from a gathering of ancestors
who anoint you with a dapple of hue
each time you pray.

By Clara Hsu


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