Kawasaki

A red Canary sits perched on the side of a gray tree.

It is winter. Am I mistaken or does

the hand turn slowly as it lowers to the side.

I have seen you in my thoughts.

I have whispered you in my prayers.

I have left you and come back to you.

And today I see the shadow of time

cast along the edge of a sound.

How many times can a… how does that go now?

I grew up near the ocean. I grew up near the sound

of the waves upon the waves. And it has been

too many years to know why I miss it.

Summer is around the corner in just a few days,

when the green leaves and the branches that carry them

shake, rattle, and roll.