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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6 comments:

  1. ifOctober 3, 2009 at 10:48 AM

    beautiful...!

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  2. anthonynorthOctober 3, 2009 at 11:03 AM

    A great memory, excellently expressed.

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  3. gautami tripathyOctober 3, 2009 at 1:49 PM

    I like how you juxtaposed the two..

    holding on my breath

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  4. keiths ramblingsOctober 3, 2009 at 5:10 PM

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

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  5. Dee MartinOctober 4, 2009 at 12:50 PM

    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.

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  6. missalisterOctober 4, 2009 at 7:41 PM

    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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