Jay Bird

look out the window 

west, east…not sure

the sunlight tilts the shadows

splaying them across the open grass

coupling with light–all orgy

but no mess.

watch through the metal slats

like static lines on t.v.

when silver arms reached up–

down came lucy and tanto and johnny.

hold your breathe as jay bird

perches high on ledge, on cinderblocks

too slick for him to grasp.

then–

no more jay bird–

he flew.

 

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