Early morning.
Raucous parakeet
negotiations.
Cleaning house.
Shouting orders.
Making borders.
I am here.
You stay there.
Each man’s perch,
his cage
Feathered jade.
Sapphire desire,
fleeting, desperate, quick
as all get out
of me. Before
You know it,
you’ve spilled
your seed and
everything’s a mess.
The doves arrive
for brunch and wait
along the wall.
Caged
neon emissaries
peck solemn salutations
in yesterday’s hulls
and wonder.
Why do the
dull-coated birds
fly free?
How far is up?
Is the garden flat?
Or round?
Palm fronds sigh.
Water giggles.
Yellow bird
pushes eggs out
the nest, her right
to choose, the
only choice
left.
~~ Elodie Pritchartt
