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