this day is done and she sleeps
go on now go, if you must
and gather up
all you came with
but please, could you leave us this
the persimmon tree beneath the sun
the pink contrail
nicked by the wind
though i never really expected it
to last. and all those red
and fragile leaves
waving like happy ladies
in a parade,
take it all for i have hope
that you'll be back
though the night winds rumble
and shake the house
the siren's wail of a final breath
is no concern to me
right now