Sidewalks

[ensaga]

Trees are on the windowsill
sitting in the sun,
embracing the darkness beneath.
An open window.

A blue half-circle cuts
a yellow sun pouring into
the room.
There's a parrot
in a golden cage, sitting quietly
in consideration of the shadows under the trees.
A handful of small oranges
sit under the window in a
wooden bowl, and peels
surround the bowl
in an autumnal array.

A lamp is turned off,
and a door is slightly open, enough
to spot a pair of shoes perched
next to a dark red couch.
An impression of a person remains
in the pillows,
and two feathers jut out, their
fine bristles scintillating in the
breeze from the window.

A patch of sun
spots an orange peel and
the parrot notices the deep relief
of the shadow cast beneath the burning
bright sliver of used up fruit.