RED HAWK

RED HAWK

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

I keep my sanity

by writing poetic words.

Comfort and snowed

by their rooftop embeddings

I find my way through life

knowing that human beings

cannot drift

in the manner of natures light.

Yes, I am nature’s Son

and a child

of the unspoken God.

I keep my meanderings

by flagellation

for the penance of suffrage

is the gift

that challenges

our consequence to an end.

Hawks in the Colorado sky

remind me of the way

echoing a sound for the readers

whose food lay

in the casting

of the tribulations afforded.

Only challenging

literary fools of the inland

would never eat of my stock

in fear

that God may crack their endurance.

To the Red Hawk- be blessed.