Sleep Deprivation

What have you done, little grey wing

Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba
Heard the poetry of Lorca
Stolen a song of some ruiseñor

Returned with them swelling your breast?

Again, to the moon’s full glow
Accompanied by crickets, the songs
Filter through the lemon tree.

The mockingbird awakens me.


THIS is what I MEAN!!!