As a child, I was given a little packet of cardboard
Audubon Bird Cards. Each had a color photo
on one side . . . the other had a brief description
including in what part of the U.S. they could be seen.
I poured over these cards endlessly,
knowing that there was no way on God’s green earth
I would ever see them. I knew I would never
leave my boyhood town in western Minnesota
where the Red River of the North
beganits journey to Hudson’s Bay.
The cardinal redbird was just one of those card images
that I would never see.
It read that the cardinal lived in
the Southeastern part of the country.
I moved from Breckenridge
soon after graduating from college.
The cardinals moved as well
to Breckenridge to look for me –
but I was gone.
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