intangible
yearning seeking grasping swoops of colors and scales in my fingers turning like an upside down hourglass putting a brightly plumed bird in something so constricting as little finger pecks of black and white scoring like crescents across endless white that dip and swoop in my stomach the arch of a painted bow or the flirty plunge of the soprano how can i ever seek to cage that brightly plumed bird in something so constricting as words on a blank, faceless, unexciting piece of paper