Carnival Bird Sky

The carnival bird sky

melts into gray wings

racing toward rest.

Pressed against the

brick wall I watch

the last hurrah of

an ice cream sunset

surrender to dusk.

I wonder how much

of myself I can leave

to summer tongues

to debate before

I reach empty.

I should feel remorse

or at least sorrow,

but there is an odd joy

in becoming a shadow.

It’s easier to run

when goodbye leaves
 no strings attached.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

I used bird, ice cream, and dusk from the list.

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