Sonnet 4

Part of my authority legs you back into the recliner 

facing the sweet intermittent air my favorite midnight 

when the songbird trees release what amounts to 

our exasperation and glittering rings of trees and homonyms 

and gloss a derivative of some something at first singular 

then self-propelling along the weeds beside the driveway 

a vehicle left in park once practiced as mouthpiece

prepared for lips that buzz and produce another singing

curative as the sun when it fails to show also 

moonlight and words on the page the delicious arrival 

of your voice a dark hum never a croon a bold stark form

of quiet to be savored before it comes again when the thought

spawned holds an idea like the brevity of trees against

an impetus from whence this prompt to learn to hit the books