Blue Blue Bye-bye
You wake up with lint on your lashes and the 10 a.m. sun spotlighting your pores.
I catch myself counting your whiteheads—not with disgust but affection.
Like little eggs scattered across your cheeks and chin, they will hatch once you rest.
Sleep, fledgling, sleep, and may Sunday pass with the sweetness of a lullaby.
We spent the evening roosting like pigeons on clay tile come winter: we the 'bores.'
Though squab may squabble, they mate for life; one bird for every bird.
And though the anatomy of a feather is really the same from ave to ave,
human nature demands that the mind and heart wander the skies for novel thrills.
Then call my nose a bill and my feet talons for I am winged and hollow-boned
and the lover of one, content in cooing and building a nest of twigs and yarn.
I never wanted a collection of suitors desperate to fly the coop unheard.
I wanted you, my song. I wanted you, the future of my flock.
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