'Interrogatories' Play With Dawn Poem by James McLain

'Interrogatories' Play With Dawn;
Attempting one broad stroke across the sky.
My pen leaks ink too find a word.
As early blue jays allocate.
My neighbors hands they are hers.
Green 'Gardens' full with worms.
An allegation she denies.
The sun shines down in song.
In my elocution and she does, with her, I sing.
One robin chides a mocking bird with song.
Finches long to warm, hop vine too vine.
Humming birds appear with honey they suckle.
Blue and very lean as they fly past, never full.
This picture has a daisy, bright and yellow.
Each petal, like each path, each flies along.
Brown and gold are all it's sunny windows scented.
Private sorrows and my distance, I can't keep.
My body drifts off early now between light wings.
Behind each wall a garden, birds and blossoms.