Sunset with Bon Iver

birds dancing dusky pirouettes
through silhouetted trees against
streaks of purple and pink

I drove tonight
listening to this song
over and over
the sky blazing orange
in the rearview mirror
eyes on the road, the hills, tall grass
in a field looking ahead, behind
both and neither

sun up, sun down
beginnings and endings
endowed with concoctions of color
we could never manufacture

it’s starting to sound like something
from fiddler on the roof

or maybe it’s that I’m no longer
looking for proof
beyond birch bark and birthright
and this unmistakable hand cupping
my long journey home

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