Listen to the liquid notes
a small bird makes
salute to the day’s coming.
--
Words are easy,
easily taken
to say what they’re supposed
not to say-
and not to say
what they are supposed to.
Be gentle with me,
I’s mortal man.
Stumble I can, I do.
In words as in all else-
though it seems I’s so gifted,
I’s still mortal.
--
I can dance to their tune
or, smiling-
sit out the dance.
©GayUganda
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