Indigo Bunting

Having crashed

against a plate glass

window during migration,

it lay in the grass.

I held it in my hand,

its breast still warm, soft

as the plumage of silence.

Time passed: In early May,

I heard what might have been

the song of that same small bird,

transcendent, its breast a flash

of blue as it flew away.

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