When I arrive
at camp,
I notice
a blue jay
has gotten caught
in your Hav-a-heart
cage intended
for pesky
gray squirrels.
He has nearly ripped
his wings apart
trying to escape.
I flash back
to another trap…
Your lips
were so soft
and enticing
when we first met
that I let myself
be tempted
and I fell
for your kisses
right there
in the back seat
of Lee Dube’s
father’s Impala
on the way
back from Wildcat
Ski Area.
I fiddle
with the latch
and release
the bird.
He flies away
like a piece of sky
returning home.
6 comments:
beautiful...!
A great memory, excellently expressed.
I like how you juxtaposed the two..
holding on my breath
That was so cleverly and beautifuly done. A joy to read.
Beauty caught in a trap - nearly losing the use of it's wings and then set free by the only one who could. I loved this, very much.
This is lovely, exceptionally. Gautami has it, the juxtaposition, it rocks this piece. It means this piece. Sets the human free and apart and away.
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