“If we can’t find Heaven, there are always blue jays”
He said, as he opened the car door and walked off into the night.
I looked at his shadow shortening to the street corner
And wondered how I had been so gullible, to listen to this.
I was sitting there now, nothing left. No hope.
Just the memories of something I would not do again.
And like a blue jay, scavenging for food, an acorn or seeds
I looked for traces of hope, anything to put back
The stars that lit my skies, the sunshine and heaven
Before he pushed his way into life, and drained it dry.
The clouds that click, the inner vision, then the ancient burials
Redemption days which I thought I had lived, swept away with reason
And my mouth opens as I speak to the heavens, “Give me back the visionRemember the open flight of a bird that wanted to escape.”
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