Beloved Blue

A beloved blue

budgie flew

the coop

Wednesday

while cleaning.

Sweeped a hard

right

on Mockingbird

Street.

Gliding gusts of breeze …

slicing limbs of trees …

to show me

how she

can ascend bleak barriers

with greater ease

than we both dreamed

feasible.

Her blueness

melted

into the other

blueness

—while mine

congealed.

© brooke 2007