Intertext

This entry is part 37 of 47 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2012

Sometimes I envy
the blue jays yelling
in the trees, unafraid
they might reveal too much:
those hidden barbs of history
that always seem to travel back,
no matter on the slowest wind.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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