Milk and Feathers

Milk and Feathers

By E.S.

I was walking to the door with the groceries and my habits and the key

when I saw a cardinal in shade on the boardwalk that was like an ember in water,

and I paused, gandering it as it gandered me,

and for a moment we were stuck.

The passerine was timeless.

It watched like God and flashed like blindness to the palmettos.

It was a juxtaposition I almost believed in—

sutured in wood rot, plucking termites like wishes.

Nonetheless, it dissipated, and I walked into bricks.

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