GO FIG(URE)

Heard a thing

falling through the leaves

of a fig tree. Figured 

it was the fruit falling

though figs aren’t 

factually speaking, fruit.

But/then, the feathered blue roundness 

of a bird drops through 

the green canopy instead 

of the tree’s native faint-purple 

inverted flower and lands 

on the lowest branch, puffed up 

and clucking like a comedian 

proud and pleased with ripeness.