I saw an indigo bunting once.
Hiking at the expansive preserve
Along the trail beside the corn field.
A border of stalks. Towering. Plain. Endless.
August air, hot and still.
In my mind I was done with the hike.
My tired feet trudged the
Last shadeless stretch.
Then, an iridescent flash.
Violet. Periwinkle. Indigo.
A crystal clear arrow.
Flying low. Straight. Toward us.
Then, gone.
Into the corn
A purple-blue rainbow,
A split second explosion.
Vibrance seared into my brain
The stunning beautiful.
God’s brief magic.
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