WATERMARK

Goodbye

I say goodbye, and goodbye again.

        The wind chimes sing,

naked branches dance. I smell snow

        in the air, and you so cold,

so distant, falling now through frigid

        sky like amnesia, goodbye

to all that, to weather and precise

        locations, they all tumble

together, tundra and meadow,

        mountain and lush green

valley, a confusion, a collage

        of memory and longing,

tamarisk, cedar, pine, spruce,  

        and all the birds, crying, calling,

migrating in choreographed clouds

        of wings, goodbye, goodbye.