Bellbirds (blackout)

Echoes are calling in the mountain. Sycamore love the flowers.

The bellbirds are silver. They sing in May when shadow thunder hurdle. They hide in hues of golden loiters. Loiters then break their gold and are scattered or blended.

Often I sit, looking back to a childhood longing for power and lyrics of songs borrowed from bellbirds I keep in the city mountain valleys with glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses.