The Yellow Bird's Whistle
Do you yourself know what you desire? Sitting in the coffee shop on an evening
On the table in front of you
A mug of ice-cubed cold coffee
Soft music, indistinct talk, bits of broken laughter
And other ambient noises Do you feel a thirst? You turn around to see
Who comes for you leaping across mountain paths and valleys
Who raises the dust of horse hooves on the broken horizon
Who makes unreal rainfall in scorching Chaitra with a magic finger
Who lays out a perfect full-moon night on a heaving sky
Who irresistibly knocks on your many doors You didn't draw him close in your prayers
You didn't fulfill him on flower and concrete Even though forever I hear inside me
The yellow bird's whistle.
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