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Melva H Olmos Painting of Guacamaya Roja Or Red Macaw Or Ara Macao
Ah, Red Macaw, you are the pestilence of impatience in my day, soaring far, far overhead squawking and screaming your face overheated and red beak too portentous for sweets, gobbling and demanding if ever you stop, but the leaves have no leavening, you’re all feed and poop and mar my day. Even though I seek you out you escape, Scotch-free, wearing a tartan of betrayal. Who you seem to be righter of words, merely mimics what experience I bring with my heart and days. I want to wear flames, gold, drink juices that drip from the blues of my mouth. You wear my head where I have shadow. You wear my flight, straight and narrow Branching and diving and soaring. You wear my hunger for the sweetness of truth, but follow only my path Where is yours? Where is your course? Of course. Your caw, screams Why don’t you speak your own language Know your own. Your home. Instead of mine.
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