It would be unnecessary
To document the Blue-jay
Coursing from branch to fragile branch
In the biblical signature of wind.
But
I’m writing this poem
For you, whether you read it or not.
When one branch breaks she flutters
to another, without the expectation
of it breaking under her,
fresh and crisp as
thunder and lightning.
The blue body: immeasurable,
Incomparable to human beauty,
It’s always perfect
In the half-blossomed morning, in the
cubit of necessity: cubits of freedom.
– Parker Jamieson
Parker is a college student from Woodlawn, NY. They read the almanac of their dreams and they punctuate their writing with it. They have been published various times, most recently in The Wild Word. They do not have any websites or social media accounts.