crawled down from your fire escape several stories to the ground
fell the final 15 feet spread out like an evening gown
when I looked up where you stood I felt the cold air fill my lungs
mounted bloodless in the night a thousand empty stars had hung
Moses
what strange circumstances leaving what odd little songbirds singing
with eyes of green and speckled wings like brokered deals between us weaving
sometimes I think of Moses skipping stones into the sea
remembering the other side and all the things he left behind
Moses