Shadowhawk

The Shadowhawk blinked restlessly and glided from the needlespur
as I broke to the bright side of the pines
all trace of you had emptied into the vetch and bluestem
I followed the vibrations of your conscience
a songline as clear as a rabbit track through dewberries

The curl of your back in repose the soft cadence of your breath
I would tie feathers in your hair and listen to the dusk with you
many mistake treasure for wealth when it can be as simple as a smile
the Shadowhawk drifts between clouds watching us unravel mysteries
he blinks lazily and glides onto the needlespur