Whirling Redhawk

My kindered redhawk friend,

Did you ever find the diamonds in the tree?

Or receive a sandwich while stuck in the tree looking for diamonds?

You are one with nature,

especially fond of deer,

and butterscotch!

Will we ever wake up humming various tunes through the kitchen again?

We spent those days trampeling around leftover cinders,

lighting matches blown out,

finding ourself disappointed by miniture lost cities,

endless badmitton battles of misunderstood scores.

Bike riding at dawn,

Swing dancing at dusk.

The crunch of apples,

Eureka!

Reviews

[Emily DeAngelo]

This is probably the greatest poem written of all time.