Typewriter Series #2815 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Subscribe to my...

Typewriter Series #2815 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Strong contrast against the snow,
what was once a bird
lays flightless and still.
Her feet knew branches, I know this
because they curl and wrap
as if perched somewhere
I don’t have eyes to see.  

Not yet.  

Snowflakes grow as if on cue,
as if funeral instructed
and sympathetic, as if they’ve
done this before, and will
again.  Burial, this December
storm, one layer at a time,
she’s no heat left to melt
the blanket that falls.  

Tail feathers out, and I wonder
if she’s balanced
against some breeze, perched
where I cannot watch.

Silently I witness her vanish
beneath white quiet, and whisper
wordless things into the air
between myself and what was once
a bird.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-