The Jay and Me
The Jay and Me
Music to my ears:
Tears composed of saltwater
Flow to the ocean.
A grey jay blends in,
Wings of life singing praises,
The cedar its home.
I thank the framer;
Guilt doesn’t gnaw my conscience
Others chop down trees.
I fear death today;
Earth circles the light of life
Sans the jay and me.
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