Cyclamens and Swords

blue bird


so i caught her once
caught her eye across the forest
a ray of sunshine through the trees
can you imagine the luck
and she flew right up to me
all feathers and blue and curious
she ate from my hand and
when i fed her well and gently
she did not fly away


something that doesn’t want a cage
something that wants to unlock a door


sometimes late at night
i hear her in the trees
somewhere nearby
singing strong
and clear
she’s such

Copyright 2006 by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers.