In winter I wait for the cardinals
licks of flame flying through the air
fire burning in the snow
In spring I wait for the blue jays
licks of flame flying through the air
fire burning in the snow
In spring I wait for the blue jays
waves of water flapping through the sky
miniature monsoons hopping in the green
I don’t have to wait
for my favorite bird
as it is the one
I’ve always had with me
It is flightless
yet can go anywhere I point it
It is of no special color
yet can be as vibrant as a rainbow
and as dark as a black hole
It makes no sound
yet can be heard and understood
by those out of range
It has only one name
and the whole world knows it
I carry my bird
and its mate
womb to tomb
egg to end
I don’t let them loose often
solo or pair
but when one or both soar
the song is loud
the song is clear
the song
is unmistakable
April 2, 2020
Day 2 of 30
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