An elegant bird-
Black as night,
Painfully beautiful-
Alights on a telephone wire,
And for one fantastic moment:
A spark.
Wire is bird,
Bird, wire, they are
Inseparably in love.
The wire's pull is strong,
But stronger still
Is instinct...

So in a blinding cloud of coal-
Black plumage
He is gone, off to
Find another wire,
Repelled by the
Very force that drew him.

And there sits the wire,
A simple line
Forlorn against the sky,
Aching and
Wondering.