Outside the door
nestled in the tall grass
white, a plume
gossamer, a gift
perhaps from a sky
finally blue
or a tear
for the summer’s
departure,
or, perhaps,
a promise,
down payment
on the freedom
from gravity
long sought
never attained.
Outside the door
nestled in the tall grass
white, a plume
gossamer, a gift
perhaps from a sky
finally blue
or a tear
for the summer’s
departure,
or, perhaps,
a promise,
down payment
on the freedom
from gravity
long sought
never attained.