eagle wings
and so, fly off over mountains
into prairie skies
passing by
cold dark nights
of weeping butterflies
and cricket jives

The days have
walking feet
that beat the pavement
in scorching heat
burning holes through the soles
of the old

The days have
chapped lips
that drink the nectar
from fingertips

The days have
jagged claws
that scratch through hours
with biting jaws