A Farewell.

Part One.*


Sun nearly angry with summer.
Silence echoes itself under
The dome of blue. Clouds so
Elaborate you'd think they were
Animated;

Giant. Few. Above the collapsed
Barn wall, where shreds of tarp
Dance in slow motion, I see crows
The size of falcons glide; high; barely
Visible.

After the storm settles in your little
Glass, you see how well the pieces
Fit anew. Two crows apart.
I have been given so much sky.
I will fly in it.