Treetop Sunset

I’m as close to the hunt

As I'll ever feel.

 

I sprint with a thrill

In the space behind my eyes,

 

Someone's heart beats me

Into the chase.

 

Light falls faster

Than my footsteps

Fly.

 

Half-shades glimmer in gold.

My eyes cannot reach them all.

 

And the birds!

 

Watch them far

Above -

The birds are almost home!

Apr 2017

White Lies

National Amnesia