My parrot sings through the open door, I’ve
allowed sunny salsa music in, he swings yellow,
and green with peachy cheeks,
his song’s a comfort.
I threw away roses today, their wilting petals
creased and quiet, begging me to release them.
I sit and watch the clothes swaying on the line,
a breeze kisses me, the wind chimes clink,
the taste of lavender and white on a Sunday morning.