When Did Summer End?
One Cool Morning? One Full Moon?
When the Swallows Left?
You Can Almost See
Color Above the Marshes,
In the Trees, The Sky
You Can Almost See,
As the Earth Cools, The Colors
Of our Rising Dreams
Street Signs Shining
Like Beacons for Navigating
Ambiguous Shores
Calling Out to Us
To Journey, To Set Out, Not
Knowing Where we Go