Underneath its hundred years,

fingers unslipping his

knotted scarf and wrapping

half around

my neck.

The late bluebird shivering

hopping in snow tracks and

eventually losing

feathers and beak

and mind as its body

falls against snoring

roses, but

I leaned him against

the might evergreen,

tickled his nose with

its stem, gradual snow

falling on his laughing

mouth, as glove to

mitten we hold

unfrozen :

mighty tree will

not fall unless logged


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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