have you seen the mockingbird
singing on the limb
of trees growing dark and thin?
yes, and have you heard
of people casting off-
into dimly lit facades-
their wanting for a god?
yes, and have you seen the mockingbird?

have you been around
for night’s disposing green
of envied storms and lightning streaks?
oh, have you heard the sound
of the splashing midday;
loud amidst the breeze?
oh, have you seen…

yes, and have you been thinking?