endings | beginnings

at dusk, hundreds of crows were flying to the southeast
in a sky of watermelon juice
(and she sent me to see them. go to the front! just go!)

at noon, we were eating french pastries
and chatting about girl things
(she looked at me with those unnervingly wise eyes)

this morning, i kissed my teenager good morning
we chatted over eggs and mango juice
(then she left to spend the day with her friends; oddly bittersweet for both of us)

tomorrow, my children start back to school

soon, the leaves will fall