Fly

Saturday, 20 December 2008 00:00

cold winds blow
across the missouri river
up the black hills to where i stand
farther from you
than we’ve been in years

dark times
cover our land
as Deadwood goes up in flames
and i think that towns
without such names
probably burn slower

i can see
two bald eagles
circling the sky
in brilliant wingspans
beckoning me too to fly

i cannot fly
because you are my wings
and you are farther from me
than we have been in years