The limbs that dart ad hominem

From terrible blue skies

Bury all the summer with them

As leaf by leaf it dies,


Adding each of us like tree rings

To the stories in the cliffs

(Hidden engineerings

Of history’s rotting gifts);


Like watch springs beating seconds

As whole galaxies drive by, 

The snare of fallen glory beckons

With the lifeline of a fly:


The ruins of the season write

Over this year’s mortal stains,

Effacing with their life the height

Of the world’s bright remains.


Tippet Alley

September 28th

Tail N621QS

Via Estrada

September 30th and October 5th, 2007

Kailua April 19th, 2016