Poet Jeffery Beam
Poems

Mockingbird

Not that he intends
                                                        to be seen
No       not that
But instead
from the lonely cliff of his heart
an untame song becomes
a generous valve
                                          within the cherry branches

Whether the chipmunk
looks up
                            from her rocky grove
              or I
                            with bucket and sweet greed
                            pause
                                          in picking
                                                               the red globes

It doesn't matter

The song itself
The only
                            audience
The song