M. Hank

I dream about you still,  
do you dream of me? 

It is no grand affair, these dreams 
not of your smile, your hands, your kindness 

your cruelty 

The paragraphs you send me are long, 

certain, 

and completely free; 

they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds, 

I remember when I fell in love with eagles and oak trees, 
with green grass, warm summers, and fireworks.

I fell in love with what now is brushwood for a fire 
that red white and blue decided to ignite.

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

I stand alone as the clouds turn grey...

I watch as the rain starts to fall...

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance...

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away...

And yet...I feel safe not scared...

We built a superman.

In our heads, we built a superman.

Clipped by a speeding bullet,

So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first