I looked over my shoulder
And I saw:
An empty lot of sky
The looming blue between red-brick buildings
A flock of birds
Searching
Flying
A cloud of birds
Painting the sky with wings.
They flew from the library to the cafe
Back to the library
Then across the square
They surged
Like snowflakes in a snow-globe shaken hard
And I lost them over city hall.
Turning the corner
I drove.
A small town road
A fall afternoon
The golden light.
I was a thinking person
Inside a breathing body;
Pilot to a moving vehicle.
The leaves fell around me
They flew like the birds
The road became a hill
The hill became a tunnel through leaves and light.
I joined the leaves
Became a bird
A bird on the wind.
Circling the city square,
Looked for a door
Castaneda's cave to Ixtlan.
I found only
The space between buildings
Anonymous sky
Empty blue.
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