AS THE CROW FLIES

As the crow flies

so too, my thoughts

where the sound of blue

and the touch of plum

nest.

Back to the best of the best

of

summer days that

lie with the scent of honeysuckle

and the grass on the old baseball diamond

held young bodies

listening

to the sound of river splashes

over

round white stones.

My life stretches out

unwinding like a shiny yellow ribbon.

Now I wind it about my hand

to see how far I went and where.