Blue Jays

The light is on its way

I don’t know why they stay. The bike at the edge of a neighbor’s yard has rusted into a memory buried beneath the snow and off in a far corner an orphaned swimming pool ladder sinks to one side like a suburban Tower of Pisa. It’s one of those days when the world seems used up but there they are again, flickering from tree to tree. Their wings fan out across the gloom as if to remind me what the sky is capable of. They’re that blue. It’s been winter all winter but if anybody asks I’ll tell them the light that travels years to get here is on its way is on its way.

Originally published in Pif Magazine

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