Is, Was Or Ever Could BeA Poem by PeteThe bluebird carries the sky on his back. - Thoreaunever a pretentious pretender never a borrower, always a lender over a hardwood floor of late winter scarcity littered with fallen remnants of crusted snowa blue jay visited this morning just outside my window perched 'pon a large branch which had grown into a bent, aching knee me in my lonely chair amidst spindles of doldrums and despair it must have come for me blinding my eyes to see turning a pearly gate's rusty key 'tis the only possible explanation there is, was or ever could be © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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