promising

at the end of mind
the little bird
passed silently

the leaves
blanketed
distant promises

like rain
his eyes
your shelter

promising release
the desert’s thirst
tiger skies

virga approaching
in fading light
escaping

first star
calling
a wishing well

treasures lost
dreams awaken
found again

and held precious
as fingers close
’round.

virga

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