Bluebird

on the mesa
clouds gently shake
awaken me
sift snow
bits of
cloud

from nowhere
the bluebird racing
lands before me
regal
on
a
gray
cedar
post 

for the first time
the volcanic land appears pink
a glowing fresh born skin
before me before
the cloaking
snow the
why

the bluebird begins sings his story
of bringing the sun blushing radiant color
to an indistinct land

of bringing snows
from bursting clouds
melting on blue wings mixing
with blue tears
echoes of all songbirds
forgotten music
of all things
blue 

Bluebird
jppestana
2.22.18

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