Thirty Days Of Julia: Day Thirty

So much to say about so little. One
month of moments. Let me tell you about
the first: when I saw her, there was magic.
As in misdirection and sleight of hand.
The desire to believe in love on sight
made me an easy mark. I fooled myself.
I do not blame her, for she was never
more nor less than truthful. As in simple
beauty in this beholder's eyes. Come back
with me to that particular second,
outside the aviary in Raphael's Park.
Witness the fragile, feathered forms, their caged
colours and muted songs. If they flew free,
they would not survive as long as we did.