Bluebird, Carry Me Home

Tiny flash of blue, skimming over old white roofs. You circle once

above our street like you remember every bloom, every June. You call her

name in the open air. She answers back, she's already there.

Two little shadows touch in turn, chasing the line of the sun. Bluebird,

carry me home, over the clouds, where the wild winds roam. You know the

way you've always known. Bluebird, bluebird, carry me

home. You rise on a silver stream, higher than the jet trails gleam.

Farm fields fade to patchwork squares till the world's just a line in the thin,