Tui Variations on a Theme

winter coat
the tui riffs off
spring portal
a tui becomes
my rusty gate
a tui
as if there is
no tomorrow
out of breath
the tui waits out
the moment
out of gods
the tui sounds out
room for doubt
before light
irridescence sinks
in a tui
the tui
lost for words
bobs his throat
over and over
the tui sounds out
the sense of now
day moon viewing
a tui sounds light and dark
all at once
the tui communes
with itself