Stop the car, I say.
In the blink of a hazard
I cradle the woodpecker,
a thing for the page –
this thing with feathers.
Rhyming couplets would bring more luck
syntax, meaning, thought – fuck
that.
pair ‘Voltaire’
with ‘there’
Dojo –
Oh no.
Forgive me
if it sounds cocky –
Pandora!
I adore ya!
It’s still now, his voice
hidden within the tree.
Listen and you will hear it:
‘I implore ye. Don’t ignore me’.