Saturday, October 3, 2009

First Kiss for Sunday Scribblings

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.


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anthonynorth said...

A great memory, excellently expressed.

gautami tripathy said...

I like how you juxtaposed the two..

holding on my breath

keiths ramblings said...

That was so cleverly and beautifuly done. A joy to read.

Dee Martin said...

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.

missalister said...

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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