“The Day after my Uncle Died”

On the morning after
I found out that my uncle was killed
in a car crash in Walla Walla, Washington,

I went for a walk down the Street,
and I saw a blue scrub jay
perched on the second story

balcony railing of an apartment complex
with a long twig in her mouth,
preparing

to the build a nest
for the new life
that is to come.

jb

Darren&ScrubJay

 

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