yellow and blue
and if I could fly
I’d find you,
and we’d glide high
over the freeway,
past all the traffic
in the beach
parking lot,
to find that spot
that’s too far away
for people to walk to,
and I’d be the
richest bird
in all the world,
our basket
full of insect snacks
and sugar water,
and we'd share this
private shoreline,
just you,
my fine feathered
lovebird
and me.
It’d be
the one gift
that everyone
would covet:
time alone,
all alone,
watching
the infinite waves
crash and retreat
crash and retreat,
content to breathe in
the ocean spray,
and you’d still
love me,
even if I were
only a cuckoo.
