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the bird eyes the scene
the bird eyes the scene

By J. Parrish Lewis

remember when we muddied
our elbows and knees, crawling
through the creek? we kept
our eyes trained
for the enemy. we built
forts above and below
and sometimes in between
we saw eyes staring
out of sewers and imagined monsters
it was probably only imagination
because imagination
plays and plays
it crawls
through the water. it sleds
down the snow-covered hill
it flies when you fly
but flees when
your leg breaks
until you are lying there staring
up at the sky and up at the trees
and a little black angel comes
that you’ve never seen before and
never will see
now you walk those paths again
there by the creek
and it isn’t
ever the same
only drifting memories

J. Parrish Lewis was born and raised in Maryland. In his youth there, he and his brother had many adventures in the dogwood forests near his home. His nostalgia for these adventures has strongly influenced his characters, their relationships, and their perspective on the world they inhabit. He moved to California’s coast to earn his degree in communications and now lives with his family in the San Joaquin Valley. Lewis is profoundly deaf and uses American Sign Language to communicate. He enjoys hazelnut coffee, captioned movies, and walking his dog.

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