Bird Song

Visceral solo
Reaches crescendo,
Pops like a guitar string
Whose tension grew too great.

For a moment we touched,
But moments, too brief, pass
To spider webbed windshields.

All that remains
Is the time spent too hastily;
Gone in an instant.
Fractured memory fades on sidelines.

Solid-white salvation, just a foot away
The wipers, inept
Cannot wash away your memory