AbbyWas that you in the woods today
wildly blowing that dry brown leaf
as it desperately clung to its branch?
Did you drop the brown, gray feather
in my path as the geese climbed
hurling themselves at the sun?
I know your spirit flows
through their clean hollow bones.
I know you love the propulsion
and free fall
and wind blast
and climb
of flight.
And I just stood there
Earth bound
death hiding
in my clogged
bone marrow
and I looked for you
as the cold wind
stung my cheeks.
