Never Truly Alone

i thought i saw a girl
in a faded red sweater
standing on the third floor
balcony
though i looked again
and saw a Canadian flag
whose movements in the wind
i mistook for
flicking cigarette ash
to the ground below
i smiled at this
painless confusion
as my eyes are weak
and the laundry exhaust
obscured my sight
then a magpie flew
overhead, and as he
dipped his wing to turn away
he cawed in that familiar tone
that sounds
like laughter

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.

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