BLUEJAY

by evergreenovella

Bluejay, blue Jay—with mate of brown—
Both sitting adjacent to me
half-hidden in the tree
framed by these sliding doors.

The tree is in half-bloom
The ground, half-thawed.
Spring comes in fits and starts
Unsure of itself and when it’s meant to be.

Blue Jay bluejay—will you weigh me down?
that thought of your free flight
When I am tethered here
chained to these sliding doors.

Entrance to a new world
or the taunt of freedom just out of reach?

But today is green in it’s bones
And the sky is blue bright, like his wings.
So my soul will soar
breaking those bonds both real and imagined.

Bluejaybluejay—fly as if the day is won.

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