Prompt #2 ~ Magic

 

The red-bellied woodpecker flies over the windshield

We almost collide.

In another world, we do, but there is only wings

now stretching from my shoulders

as my silver hair reddens  and the air lifts it like feathers

Only wings, a hunger for so many decades

for so many earthbound

The wheels continue down the road

You do not notice I am gone

a tethered bird left behind

while I climb the wind into the clouds

 

Beside you, the bird that wears my face

is still, only her head turning from side to side

as she wonders like I have    like I do still

at these flightless creatures

set free only in the wake of wreckage