Held tight by disbelief
tighter still by dismay.
A bloated buffoon
with forked tongue
in charge now
and able
to set a course
to dictate
to hold the cards.
But the winds still move
according to earthly laws,
birds fill the trees
as morning crests,
children still say
“You are so silly.”
Please.
Please.
Please.
Not yet,
not yet.
Yes,
I know.
This bird has captured
my attention,
my heart,
my imagination.
This daybreak,
temperatures
pulled backwards,
below zero,
a concept I’ll
never fully understand
or believe.
This bird,
living in minus temperatures,
a burning red above zero bird,
defying
our science,
our numbers.
The pluses,
and minuses
adding up
to you,
cardinal,
yes,
you.
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