The Hawks That Pencils Make

save our eyes for snacks.
this is yesterday's yesterday hair.
get oval.
and.
shock a home.
metaphors are talons.
so I wrote.

we topped the shadows of a silver hill.
ourselves historic.
made markings in the field.

we made time.
while the air was light.
studying the horizon with our ticklish feet.
living like pilots.
we sleep in lines.
like these.
just drawings of hope and how we forget.

trees w/ scars.
in the shape of young hearts.
initials and arrows.

get over.
and.
write a Greek curse.
hold on to every word.
we don't want to know.
where we are meant to go.
this is a green-eye adventure.

we wished in silence.
but sang in yonder youth under skies
while the grass still turned with the Earth where the birds are right to fly.