"Indigo Buntings are actually black, but the diffraction of light through
the structure of their feathers makes them appear blue."
--The Audubon Society Field Guild to North American Birds
And so, it seems
the Bunting, like the sky
goes black at night.
Colorless,
without a smile from the sun.
I look at myself in the mirror
at midnight.

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