Where the Bird Seen Yesterday

Where the bird

   Seen

   yesterday

Is no more

The silence of the silence

    causes

visions I am too familiar with

 

Forms have gone

Remain as structures in molecules and pixels

   Of ghosts

Recalled at leisure that they may enjoy history

 

Where will they go

   when

I no longer have the power?

 

And

Where will I dwell

To be recalled

   when the petal of a flower falls

   or vibrations of a song are felt