Bluebird of happiness
I've never seen one. Birds here tend to brown
and speckled things, or peeping flicks of red
that twist your startled head
to follow like a cat a laser dot,
a rescue party to a mirror's glint.
No blue unless you squint
up through thick glooming pines, risk needled eyes,
a fresh-ticked tongue. Risk vertigo and fall
into a blue-skied ball.