Silence all! And if
you please—stand
back folks! and make
a little
rarefied
space
for the crazy-
wise rambling
and fantastical liturgy
of one little divinely-
inspired
Merlin of a bird—
who's perched tough
and whistling
feverishly, conjuring-
up bits of those
sweet shoots
of the good white stuff!
(the kind
all your best warmweather
concoctions require!)—out
from somewhere
just underneath himself
on the brambly magnolia bush
(the one that he alone!
appears
to sit so
completely
on top of)—
without even
so much
as
consulting the missal book!
