Some Communal Garden, Medellin, Morning

A bird with a bright red head,
Brown back and rose-tinted breast,
Like the dawn,
Is perched on a child's goal posts.
Others chitter.

My woman sleeps
In pearls
And her rich green, orange underwear,
Like sunset.

I, abandoned by my gods,
Am left to my thoughts.
Maybe in this noisy, polluted city
A man with a gun
Might stub them out
Like this cigarette.

A man with two Chihuahuas approaches me
Before work
And bids me good morning.