Bird at my window,
is it because of the wind
that you’ve lost your song?
Lost
another day lost
feeling sorry for herself—
street with no outlet
Feather
on her way to school
a child scoops up a feather
blackbird lost last night
Pathways
no longer weeping
for everything that’s been lost—
new pathways open
Singing
singing half a song
when the other half is lost
to the prairie winds
Slums
finding my lost son
under a blue sombrero
in Tijuana’s slums
Mark M. Redfearn 