Mockingbird

No other song

                    or swoop (part

       quiver, part swivel and

             plash) with

  tour de force

stray the course note

       liquefactions

   (its new,

bawdy air an

       aria hangs in) en-

thralls,

             trills, loops, soars,

                    startles, out-warbles,

out-brawns, more

       juicily,

                    lifts up

the dawn, outlaws from

                        sackcloth, the cool

     sloth of bed sheets,

                             from pillows

           and silks

                and blue-quilted, feminine

bolsters, fusses

                      of coverlets;

                                   nips as the switch

of a juvenile willow, fuzz

               of a nettle, to

       window and window

                           and window and ever

                   toward egress, to

           flurry, pollen

and petal shed,

                            to wet street

  and wet pavement,

              all sentiment intemperate,

  all sentience

                         ephemeral.