One Night Stand

When dawn's opal color reached across the empty of my bedroom wall to find your face, I knew you were a bird. A bird sleeping on a crooked branch next to the bird that was me, awake. Not true, what they say about bird appetites. The history of birds is written on scrolls and wound inside the hollow of their bones. There is no first day, only the noise of memory mistaken for song.

I wrote this for you on expensive yellow paper. It was probably the reason you didn't call.

Bird Facts

One weighs less than a penny.One eats rubber because it likes to.One hides real gold in its feathers.A chicken is also a bird.

Good thing if you didn't recognize yourself. When a bird sees his own reflection it means he is soon to crash into the window. A red bird hatches. An autumn bird is late for the arrow shape. Breast feathers crown the birdbath.

You and I as birds saw this:My beda long ways down,and nearly too small to locate.