shugaa-luv

there's a boy with a song that he found in the wind and he sings it to the kestrel who teaches the elk. once, i fell asleep under the birch tree where the sun- bleached elephant bones rest half submerged in dust. i saw scattered butterfly-less wings circle the air in a dance of ghosts, but maybe i had been dreaming. an angel fell where they buried their children, he promised to sleep with them in the gentle earth. his golden hair fell into the tree roots and became a river that wrapped around my body. and even though i couldn't leave, i didn't want to.