Red Bird

Gabriela Canales, Undergraduate

Originally Published, Spring 2009

I
Want
My lines
To  fringe
From the spine
Of a redbird’s feather so
That I can trace my fingers
Up, down the barbs of language.
Lines as tight as combat boot laces,
Dali’s mustache spiraling thick
Across a  hungry page, white as bone.
Words that crackle like an October twig
Or dangling teeth of wisdom on string,
That collect like dust and hair on the pane
Of my imagination.  I want to catch a line
In the back of my eyes like a lighting bug
Breaking itself on the walls of a glass jar
Until it dies inside of me. I want my words
To chime falling gold inside a grotto
And rattle the “Tahitian Rain Song”
Lines as sticky as silk basement webs.
I want to dig out the wriggling worm
In the garden of poetry I tend
And keep the soil sitting
Under my nails
And from it
Grow
One
More
Red
P
L
U
M
E.

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