untitled poetry

Natalia is a silhouette with cowboy boots
sipping tea with tart strawberries
stubborn grainy seeds and sweet colored flowers
in translucent white porcelain cups
fancy chocolates to be savored before dawn
with memories of dad
all those cozy nights under a moon singing
and holding the baby close
listening to records
is the old church a cage for the tulip?
or is it a scaffolding propping it up?
redemption is haunted, it rests on top of graves
you can put your dreams back together
because all the parts are there
just wipe the dust off of the painted wood
and negotiate the disarray