To One FlyingShe is not heavy, she just leaves like a gluku bird in a cloud at this hour I'm talking to stones hoping she took sun-screen when she went to those heights above the darkness here. I climb onto the roof of St Hilda's with a piece of bread on a stick to bring that bird down, bird whose patient friend I am, bird I need you too with your wide eyes as airy as church windows, bird fly back from constellations and be with everybody where we live I want to say something to you but you are in silence where I can't reach you now, to be so high you must be light-hearted and without pain therefore gluku bird I wish as a man as a man I wish you happy landscapes and tearful friends weeping tears of hallo when you arrive I climb down from the steeple and there's nobody there at first but when I walk I am followed by a cloud, it starts to rain and pretty soon I'm part of a crowd. I say I will not jump for joy but then I do, gluku bird you should be here!
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