Bluebird Blues

there’s a bluebird
more shadow than song
perched in my heart– reformed,
recast in steel: the inward
cage, holding in a melody
like strangled air
beneath an ocean.
I say, stay alive,
enough to break beyond
the fallen feathers grown
extinct, where the night
is really oh so close
and we’ll remember
what hope is anyway
if I we could only find
the key.

there’s a bluebird lost
where feathers have forgotten
feathers, where the
bones all digest and
the whistle will not yield.
and I call and call
where hope is buried in itself
and find myself calling
again, again.

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