Annie

Annie
fell from a
sparkling sky, crying
wordless, the perfection of
the attempt. She was an unfinished
story about human nature, full of
noble intentions that would never be
realized. Giant irises that could
swallow the sun, circle the silence.
An endless
upward battle toward the stars.
The yellow daylight bathing everything
reminded us of sepia-soaked afternoons on the water,
running on grass, fucking on sand,
freedom that always comes with
politics. Except when you're
weightless, accepting all the
unanswered questions,
welcoming the
ground.