Blue Jay

The man who walked to the end of the sidewalk

was looking for a dog–

a dog trailing a chain leash with a red imitation

leather handle, and he found

instead a clump of blue

striped feathers scattered

near the ditch, the body

not unlike that of a


cloud exploding across the horizon

and scattering itself into lines

of fingers like unraveled cassette tapes

–fingers with no knuckles

–small crooked lines

–spaghetti with no sauce

–man with no dog.

–Shaun Perkins


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