blue as the Virgin’s gown,
flits up and down
between a bare branch of sumac
and sunflower seeds
spilled on the ground.
Like a trout fly, skillfully tied,
played in the current
by an expert fisherman,
it lures me out of my body,
into the sky.
I forget myself for just a moment,
forget even to breathe,
then gasp for breath;
a minor death in indigo,
then, rebirth.
"A Minor Death in Indigo" by Larry Schug. Presented here by poet submission.
Art credit: Untitled photograph of an indigo bunting's feathers, from a series called "Indigo Boys," taken at Gilgo Beach, Long Island, NY, by Corey Finger and posted at 10000birds.com.
Gorgeous!
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