Telling: Streams & Logs



Too hot for blue,
the sky has given up on color.

"Don't look up." It says, "Just
don't look up."

I acquiesce, eyes to toes,
a step by step endeavor.

I will go to the sink, wash
this plate, turn to my love
and lean in. 

The sigh that touched the top of the tree
never reached me.

After I'm gone, this is what he won't remember.