Chirp, chirp, chirps a rainbow-billed bird in a hollow tree as
the pendulum arm ticks left-to-right-to-left-to-right like windshield
wipers wiping off the past you don’t want to harp on about
not today, not now.
Far from the jarring dissonance of the rest of the world
faster than allegretto and slower than presto
beats per minute measure the newly strung heart’s tempo
grabbing it like the northern gannet grabs fish by plunge diving.
Behind the curved neck the wings shed off their porcelain presence
and disperse noxious fumes that poison the air
disappearing into a pillar of harmony
the string quartet, flute and clarinet are belly breathing in the lobby.