Redbird
A waking moment
She appeared to me somewhere Between asleep and awake, The most beautiful redbird on the earth. Her feathers, red as a July ruby and Black as her mother's womb, Turned to gold when the sun hit just right. Red and black, just like James' fancy car, Red and black, just like Rebecca's elegance, Just like the outfit I almost wore Friday to feel beautiful. She flew around the warehouse Before attaching to her white cardboard room, A white bedroom like mine. Her room had the same red painting of La Virgen, Fixed between my two sons in their golden frames. Her brown honey stick, my bedpost. I attended to her the moment She desired freedom Through a hole in the wall sized perfectly for her. "It's no problem, Redbird." I broke the bedpost honey stick apart To release her from the white cardboard room. Then placed the bedpost honey in the hole in the wall To soften her exodus. As she reached the entryway she turned to thank me. I woke up to my white walls and brown bedpost Looking at the red painting of La Virgen Fixed between my two sons in their golden frames.
