LAST BIRDSONG

Last birdsong of a chorus
leaving us alone in the desert
with a box of harvested seeds
from the eucalyptus
for our reconciled needs
in shadows for us
along with a daughter
like heart-sick Penelope
with mourning beads left
over the boat sail waters
of a once exiled hopeless ship
waiting for a handsome son
of promise and exile
in a Ulysses' dream of return
just to see his smile
of this former warrior
as the Greek sunshine burns
and Homer writes his Odyssey.