Dedicated to Ray Bradbury
under this electric air
that sings between us
and carries my immortal rhymes
over and above the songs of
trilling birds and humming bees
and through mysterious space
and time;
are you and I the one and same
in this universal game
enjambed just as those singing birds
whose words each dawning
trill the skies?
My song this day is sung for you -
you who seem to be
as much a part of me
as all those trilling birds
and humming bees.
