In one month I will fly
wake and dress pat the dogs head as she slumbers
slink out the back door to the waiting taxi to take flight
It may be summer as you read this or autumns turn of color
here as I prepare and look ahead it is white
white ground white trees white sidewalks slick with fevered bootprints
i wont be staying long a duty fulfilled long worn thin
necessitates a glance into the future as I type thoughts and sink my
mind into the clearer edges of this winter day