Saturday, April 21, 2012

The Contraceptive Bird

It was blue like a bunting
and it fit the pattern
of a dream.
Color let loose
looking a lot  like
a bird.
But this dream
switched things
I was used to.
The eggs were leaf green.
Not laid,
formed by the
space around them.
Pressure and a reliance
on color.
Small weather came up
around the eggs,
coaxing them open.
Inside, what I could not see
emerged and flew to
the sky's blue hand.
I remember
it looked
a lot like a bird.


Kathleen said...


Stratoz said...

".... It fit the pattern of a dream" Splendid indeed

ron hardy said...

Thanks Stratoz.