They Left the Sun
The last time we saw them
they were heading north,
gliding towards the dusty hills,
chirping about the sleepy warmth
that they had felt on their backs
Do you remember?
they were small and frail, very thin.
They were like two birds, waddling away
disappearing into the grass, brush and trees
I mostly remember the sky
splotched with gray clouds,
reflecting on puddles we splashed on.
When we looked up, the two birds were no more.
Disappointed that we didn’t see
the place where they had gone,
we followed a dirt path
that split in two.
We don’t know if the couple went right
we don’t know if those birds went left
we only know that they will never return