In the middle of the usual business, you
appear like a blue bird out of the blue
and ordinary sky, and startle me to
the awareness of a world gone suddenly beautiful.

It’s a world full of business, full of days full
of burnt-out cigarettes, and the stale
odour hanging over the usual deals,
and the emptied beers and lost expectations. Then you

appear out of nowhere; out of the blue,
miraculous air. So odd and so true.
and so suddenly there. Like a blue bird, you
perch perfect and proximate and distant, like all things beautiful.