Away
Sons grow up and fly away in silver birds
Whose metal skins reflect and catch
The summer blue, the green spring.
The red excitement points of life.
Leaving grey small-boy ghosts only.
One after one after one
Grey hairs twinkle in the twilight,
Transparent tears fall earthward.
A heart can soar where colors are.
July 27, 1971
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