12.17.2017

Rerun Two: Right Then

Photo by Jessica Lucia // CC BY-ND 2.0

Right Then

Ransacking the grass
at the edge of the parking lot,
the loveliest jay I’ve ever seen. 


His features, 
so fine. His blues, 
so bright. 

He cocks his crest 
at my idling car 


I sigh behind the wheel. 

He screams. 
Another bird flutters down. 

She is smaller than her mate, 
her neck feathers 
mute and iridescent 
as shade-grown violets. 

Two hops and he is gone 
into the brambles. She follows 


Right then. 
That’s when I miss you.



Originally published in Passionfruit #5

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