~Birds and Rain~

this morning,

I feel trapped

and crazy

desperate

for something

I don’t know

a new life

and clean air

crimson paper

curls and frays

on our tree outside

off the offered branch

like carnelian paper

in the fading sunlight

and the light rain

is wet and sighing

today,

3 black crows

nestled

in the thie black jade

leaves

outside my window

with their new feathers

like half fans

on the wind

simplified and distorted

at the same time

I left because I was in love

and  was afraid

your ash would burn me

I know who you are

not who you’re not

please forgive me

if I misread

your heart

~Sarah Mahina Calvello