Based on a True Story
Updated 05-16-2017 at 09:39 PM by Ludlum'sDaughter14
Cardinal in a Parking Garage
You fluttered back and forth
between glass windows, desperate
for escape, but finding none.
Proud, scarlet wings reflected
the bloody fear in both our heads:
regal plumes drooping with exhaustion,
swift-booted heartbeat sprawling headlong.
There were two ways out.
One: the door I held open for
minutes on end,
calling, then playing your song,
then staying silent and still.
But you refused to cross
that threshold to freedom while I stood nearby.
Two: the next level down, where
the stairwell opened onto a concrete lot,
breath of blue skies whistling over the half-wall.
You disappeared below for a moment,
but when I tiptoed down the steps,
you fled my presence to reclaim
your million-dollar upstairs view.
My own heart faltered, but
my feet did not; you were never
mine to keep nor mine to lose.
Now, only the God of sparrows knows
whether you fell to the ground,
or whether you, at this moment,
climb toward the heavens.
|Posted 05-28-2017 at 05:26 AM by Ludlum'sDaughter14|