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
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
