there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
– Charles Bukowski (“Bluebird”)
Leapfrogging fence posts
along a pasture road
just ahead of me
is commonplace, just
out of reach—a game
passing for fun—
and I am blessed
by the flitting iridescence
of another spring.
Closer now,
a pair is nesting
just out of reach.
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