kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (pale amber breath)

gulls fall

red running wild

and each time she blinks

in the grey quicksand skies

a chorus of stars learns to burn from her eyes

ascending trailing beacons

that bore through cold clouds

while her ghost passes darkly

through slow moving crowds

bronze fields of wheat

in a veil of spring rain

he wears her black army jacket

though she never came

the wet sands have stopped singing

fireflies haunt those long dead fields of clover

and all the telephone wires above

hum along loudly in blue with him

in endless protest to her absence

gulls fall.