Another Evening Walk

Melody Jue

With red fingers,
The unquiet sun stains the air
A dependent shade of pink—

A flock of crows slips away
Like black beads
Unstrung from the curved neck of the horizon—

Clouds run away
Like criminals escaping
Into the anonymity and peace of a blue night—

With cold fingers
I pick apart clumps of tissue in my pocket
Wondering at the meaning of release—