Bukowski’s Bluebird
and Psalm 139;
Starbucks
and hardhats,
badges
and faux bouquets;
healing gardens
and prayer circles;
a shiny pink balloon
in an atrium’s skylight;
a young resident
in blue scrubs,
keys jangling
on her hip;
red aviation lights
on a rooftop.
11:59 AM,
two weeks of stubble.
An unchanging sky,
an oblivious world.
Somewhere,
a bluebird singing.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Hugh does not prefer to talk about himself in the third person, but if he did, he'd tell you he's in a self-imposed exile on the east coast of the USA, but still loves his former home in the Sonoran Desert. He is the author of Odd Numbers And Evensongs and Auditions For The Afterlife.
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