A Word or Two On the Subject of Red BluejaysA Poem by Manuel A HurtadoA short poem.A Word or Two On the Subject of Red Bluejays A black man sits on a tree, legs bent, Perched. Lily seeds laced in the hair of Mother Melancholy, Braided in like sperm cells' flagellum wrapped around an Egg Of a woman lost to a love forced upon Her In a place dark as the shiny exoskeleton Of A spineless black ant. Grazing In the Fields of Emptiness, Filled With Everything of Nothing. In The far away galaxies of the eyes of A Child's pupils, lost in the love of Oneself, A red bluejay giggles its china Tune, Speaking of lies as true as untold, Of A time when mistakes were beauty, And Imperfection was God. -Manuel A Hurtado
© 2014 Manuel A HurtadoAuthor's Note
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