Victor Munger

There is a blue bird
set atop the dashboard
of my truck.

Just a slip of a trinket.

She is a whistle.
But everyone sees a pipe at first.

Hobbes pulled her out
of the discarded
and piled up
heaps
of
that which remained
on the last night
of the move
from Victor Munger.

Salvaged her from dust and neglect.

Her eyes are offset
(weird angles)

Her beak is wrong
(too narrow)

But,
She is Robins' egg
Blue.
Summer sky
Beautiful.

And if you breathe your life's breath
into her.

She will make music for you.

Just like
the
house
once did.