On an aimless course through the Old-Growth, down to the silver turquoise Sea
I sighted a Steller Jay today, at Nepenthe
Its tail of cadmium blue being strut,
Against the silhouette of a cobalt Coast
Fading plume, graying Mohawk, suggesting beauty wanes
Yet, chic crown did boast
Reminding all who spy her, she‘s regal, she reigns!
All too suddenly my frenetic feathered companion spooked and fluttered away
And as I watched it lift and gracefully glide the coastal Canyon thermals
It was as if flame touched tissue mâché, in unison with the waft of a wispy sea breeze
And all my weighty thoughts dissipated
Yet on this day, the Isle-of-no-care would only yield temporary surcease to my longings
As this eloquent creature had purposely and most pointedly glared and stared me down
It's penetrating avian eye reflecting back the temptress gaze of my Muse, my would-be lover
Piercing a hole in my soul and reminding me that my heart would never belong to another
And as the next fawning fleeting moment pass me by
I am re-ensconced in the beauty of her flirtatious eyes
And while a lovers embrace, may suggest implausible odds
In this all too transient instant, I am starved for her!
For she has become the emotional soul stroke of Wyeth’s tempura
My own Helga, to tug and torment my heart and loins
As if curve, and hip, and flesh, lie before me on a rainy sultry afternoon (my palette)