Good Life

Michael

in grief and sorrow I see you go

while the sun sets orange on blue-white snow, and backlit branches

host the hawk

and love lies quiet in our saddening bed we talk of things both past and present

while future tense is quivering here

the tremulous air surrounds us both

we hold to each while letting go to go, to go, give flight your soul

as orange glow of purest fire

uplights your face

my heart

our room

and I am left with cold, cold hands let go my heart

up fly the hawk

soar high the birds in quickening dark

while I kneel, sore, below I will let go, let go

and breathe cold winter’s air

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