A.R.
WANTED (no reward).
Strutting-defiant jaywalking.
Shiftiness in demeanor.
Busking, no license.
Forgery & Discordancy.
Foul-breathed crooning.
Lewd display of unmentionables.
Trespass, Failure to disperse.
Failure to show Proof of Domicile.
Impersonating burghers of standing.
Disturbing public indifference.
Harkening in darkness.
Poaching Belcanto Wood.
Stiff-necking & Insubordination.
Authoring seditious missives.
Desecration of National Idols.
Threatening comportment at State Ceremonials.
Aiding & Abetting grievous insults to Property.
Giving comfort to sirens.
Circling false notes.
Ingratitude.
Corruption of youths.
Consorting with Eros.
Current whereabouts doubtful.
Last sighted Cythera Isle.
Armed with bile, Considered Toxic.
Approach with MAXIMUM PROPHYLAXIS.
* * *
Go now my song,
go swallowing skyward,
high-arcing,
fork-tailed.
Zoom rolling and banking
till you find her –
she who could hear you
and laugh.
Then swoop,
vivid flier,
my bright-
speedy shadow,
trailing swift breezes,
swooshing
close-curling
by her lap.
You and she can decide
if you tickle or bother.
Either way
you’ll still be my song.
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