The clouds are perfect frosting with no holes
Our Final Descent into the sunrise
pink and blue behind the wing
with a warped decal of the U.S. flag at the end
like a lost handkerchief
I can't cry but the baby blanket sky is enough how I feel
The quiet rounded window rectangle
It's dark winter down below the frosting
Like a Heaven/Hell diorama
How to stay soft and clear?
What can I frost? Baby blanket
Thinking of things I've lost
things I've gained
How greedy
How historically
Growth is so tied to love
And love is so tied to sadness
This soft pink and blue
Which is both fresh and ancient to me
