Several Possible Explanations for the Appearance Then Disappearance of A South African Parakeet in Western Labrador
A poem
1
It was a stowaway,
a colourful hat worn through customs
by the daughter
of an immigrant mining family.
2
It flew out of a couch's pastel
patterns, a musty
living-room spirit drawn to the wallpaper's vines.
3
It was perpetual: it poked
holes in the children's snowsuits.
It talked to shovels, the snow puddles
drying in the porch. It was curiosity
all covered with feathers:
summer trying to understand
the thermometer's fall.
4
It must have looked at winter
with the ambition
of a suntan salesman:
seeing its chance to make millions,
it flew out an open window,
flapping like an assembly of flags.
5
It was a collection of salvation
army handkerchiefs,
a hang-glider in a hailstorm,
a sea urchin arguing
with an assembly of waves.
6
It must have flown for blocks:
its lungs going asthmatic,
drying like wrinkled apricots
while the chambers of its heart
migrated to opposite poles.
7
It disappeared into us,
into the extended forecast,
the woods' imagination,
the street lights' stationary tribe.