chapbook sneak peak -- "breathing out"

he flew into the bus shelter,
blinded
by his passion for flight,

crashed into the glass,
hit the ground
and hopped, flapped,
stunned.

he offered no resistance
as I lifted him into my palm,
and changed plans
so I could take him
to the Nature Center
on the #26.

he just sat there,
warm and pulsing,
yielding.

the bus driver,
when he saw him cradled in my hand,
shooed me away,

but that was alright;
I laid him on the ground
near a sprite little tree
on a breezy, park foliage-island nearby
and walked away.