A Jay

i see a blue-bird
      a jay
from beneath my window
      a broken-stare
blue slips with chaos ajar
      but grass is white
and room is empty
and i see a blue-bird
      but he flew away

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I am trying to ascertain if you are in need of some comforting or just lamenting the end of baseball season. I kid. Nice stop and start to this one. You instill that sense of bareness that can come with winter.