Peacock days

In every wish I've ever made,
I stay but never overstayed.
Your home breathes life to tired day,
soft scents poise then doppler away.

Thick forest broken axed in
patches, bare where the sun carries us
down a dusty track.
Look back to parakeets that rise in
formation; the fragmentation;
the Universe in Krishna's mouth.
Fly south the flightless bird
unheard the noiseless song
the throng, the peacocks open up.
Split the trees, metallic drone
of bees breeze through
the last day of summer.