Blue Jay

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Vintage Words

 

A wing on blue air

gracing the lazy day

with a smile, reflecting

the tones of the waves

below.

 

Sensoria at peak, the jay

floats as if on a metamorphed

song composed of nites.

 

 

Inside ininexact time, 

flitteracross the landscapes,

a blue denizen fond of flying,

to settle on a page written

in blue ink.

 

allets

09-19-13

7:40p

  

 

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