Acutely Ironic
A bird writes a sonnet
Sings the sonnet
Out of tune
Across the river
To a loon

Take it in

Ocean pearl

Sandy feet

Salty skin

Running back and forth

Feel the sun

Burning down

Ride it in

Take me out again

I don’t know, I don’t know
My ideas run like FLOW
Why these things come out my head?
These things for long have been dead,
The water ran so quickly then,
And to life they come once again!

Working hard to make the cash 

Afternoon with a little hash 

Kitchen table once again 

Comes in handy now and then 

Recording time in a note 

Keeps me high so I can float