La Rev

“You’re like a molting robin,” she said the other day.  “Your breast should be warm red.  Instead, it’s a dingy brown and white.  There’s rings around your eyes and you’re going to need some time.”

Maybe there are rings around my eyes.  I don’t know how things got this way.  La Rev, what about the trees?  Ah, Rev, an alder would be nice right now.  A place to make our nest, a new nest?  The old one, made of mud and sticks and parts of plastic bags, let’s get rid of that.  I’m spreading my wings for you, Rev.  Come home.  There’s room for you on this branch that shakes with pleasure whenever you are near it.



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