Bluebird on Interstate 81

Bluebird on Interstate 81

He is not flying as the crow flies,
because long ago he grew tired of straight lines,
and reaching his destination is not an option.
From his view, the lakes are burning & the trees blaze.
There is this ribbon of long, blue rock that is winding,
and he is finding, a new fun in the side moves & swoops
& wide open flight of following curvatures
with every beast below him, stodgy & slow.
None of them, as free, and he, is the Bluebird!
He is a seduction piece that has fallen, out the sky,
and the sky knows him, and blows him,
to greater and greater dips and heights,
until he is past the diesel and the family van,
until he is on a heaven shot of his own leisure,
and it is all sunshine, and very grand,
and he is not envious of any geese in formation.
Not seeking out companions or the smoky smell of men.
Gliding, blowing, blue boy bird, out on a binge!

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

Knowing this particular road as well as I do, I suspect you're referring to the section that cuts through the Blue Ridge...there is a lot packed in here; man cf. nature, the individual as opposed to the group, the well-travelled and the not-so, the earthbound and the flying...and not even twenty lines! Marvelous, marvelous writing.

I believe there was a Bluebird Bus Line at one time? Or at least buses built by a company of the same name. Is there a play on that here?

[angelina neves]

lovely sense of freedom!

[Raivenne]

Lovely imagery, Phibby! I like the flow of this. Donald phrased it perfectly, the drunken joy of freedom.

[Donald Meikle]

Like the rhyme play Phib and the way you've painted freedom and the drunken joy of it.

[Gandré]

wonderful imaginery. It illustrates how the imagination of nature a bird and behaviour of a bird impacts upon an individual. I loved this. great writing. thanks for entering my contest.

[DC Gentleman]

What a liberating feel to this piece...

Excellent work.