farewell

in saying goodbye
i am singing like a saw
oh that hollow noise like a solar flare folds
dawn into magnetic night

high
high up there
the sky, her hand upon her hip-
o-crites studying this bend and sway
but I will write only to say

farewell, farewell, and
fare thee keen
of kites farewell
farewell the flap of fowl
who know that it is time

ah rush and rise
and leave the grass to rustle
waving down to still and wait