Sunday, October 06, 2013


In the other room,
The sun room,
Even when dusk,
The small blue bird jumped onto the table.
A striped head ducked,
Then folded wings to raise a glass of water and bring it to its beak.
I stared.
Then laughed.
Bright blue wings with white stars.
Feathers starkly beautiful,
Like stained glass.
They waved to me as water
Dripped from the beak.
Life, it said. Drink!

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