tailwind
I’m your fan
Waving my hands
A tailwind
Praying you
Soar higher
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I’m your fan
Waving my hands
A tailwind
Praying you
Soar higher
Light blind, I hadn’t looked down
until you cried last night.
I dreamt of teaching piano to a small boy —
he soon turned virtuoso
I had to pack quickly
to leave song, warmth, and balance.
Snow, now, on the streets,
our rift in the dense melting pools.
not even bridging the span
regardless of a thorough hurling
across the chasm
a spasm of lost faith —
yours for the moment,
mine for millennia.
what rending to mend?
how are we repeating ourselves?
have I fallen too hard again?
opened my chest’s
abyssal capacity
and urged on an
assailing tiger?
an impossibly caught comet?
have I thrown out plumage
of a capable cock,
a chesty bird, proud and fierce?
am I again pecking against
an immutable order?
aching continuum of snow, a
lattice between our bedrooms,
rivers away.
sleepless,
weeping,
and silent.
will the morning winds
carry the crystalline weather,
repair these paths
of receding footsteps?