bluejay bolero – a poem by Emalisa Rose

bluejay bolero

somewhere ’round seven you
come a calling strutting your
pipes and your tribal band
blues..a song at the sill and
the green tea is brewing…but
soon you will sojourn through
seventeen cities…you’ll hobnob
with dignitaries, flash dance in
philly even merengue in mexico
as you pivot on ports i can only
poem dreams upon

but for now, you are mine sweet
passerine, perched at the patio
starting my day with your song of

Emalisa Rose is a poet, dollmaker, animal rescue volunteer. She has workedin Special Education and hospice.  Living by a shore town has provided the inspiration that fuels her artwork.  She has had her work in Parrot Poetry, B Street and Arrow Journal.

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