Lining a long rectangular table, 8 paired birds and I dined together as a kind of farewell. The girl with the old-fashioned smile was joined by her sweetheart whose yellow tendrils of hair lay fine like the fibers flowered tight within an artichoke heart. We spoke of spirits and how the city is too loud for certain sensory perceptions. The innocent open nature of children, the frame of certain bicycles, and undetected tastes in clothing were other topics of the eve, and laughter rolled down the lane free as a gander. Joy was in the air, but my significant darling worked in the dark, distant across town, and I could feel the separation physically but smiled nonetheless. Discussing the cards of the animals, all was made clear with glasses raised, and the musty oil was presented to the traveler who fears the unknown even as she yearns for adventure with utmost passion.
Returning to the nest, we two shadows curled in bed like the packages of small dogs napping in the park on an autumn afternoon.
January 7, 2012
Jennifer Montemayor
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