Mockingbird

No other song or swoop (part quiver, part swivel and plash) with tour de force stray the course note liquefactions (its new, bawdy air an aria hangs in) en- thralls, trills, loops, soars, startles, out-warbles, out-brawns, more juicily, lifts up the dawn, outlaws from sackcloth, the cool sloth of bed sheets, from pillows and silks and blue-quilted, feminine bolsters, fusses of coverlets; nips as the switch of a juvenile willow, fuzz of a nettle, to window and window and window and ever toward egress, to flurry, pollen and petal shed, to wet street and wet pavement, all sentiment intemperate, all sentience ephemeral.