Play It Backwards

The best song I ever overheard
Was choreographed, not written.
It's composure taken
And made to fit the video
Of a hopping jay on a wire.
Then someone came and understood,
And deftly measured in the words.

Subtly, playing it backwards, now,

I hear the crackled, giant leaps.
Their awkward cadence stirs me
To the unleavened bread
And the old, old wine
Of my own 33^rd parallel.

 

-jenn long