Waiting in the Wings
Two hawks drift still and close on the wind before the storm climbs over the Flatirons in clouds bigger than mountains and moving weightlessly.
We've seen the hawks before, circling above the park where we walk. You wonder if they are free, or if they belong to one of the houses ringing the lacrosse fields.
I shrug. 'If they can keep falcons,' I start to say, stopping when I feel soft kisses along my collarbone, warm breath against my ear.
The scent of cherry blossoms comes and goes against the smell of incoming rain. The new grass under my bare feet is dense and deep green from all the snow, the ground soft and comforting. I think of how it would feel to pull you down right here and make love with you out in the open before the storm reaches us. Or we could run to the cottonwood at the end of the field and climb into the branches where we'd be safe. And we would be; no lightning would dare strike our tree.
We have the mated hawks and the cherry blossoms, the slate grey clouds and the young leaves glowing bright green against them, we have the last of the day's sunlight, and the fierce wind that coaxes your body closer to mine.
It's impossible to think that we won't have this forever. But the trees will drop their white flowers at our feet. The cerulean sky will fade like denim in the relentless summer sun. Time and the desert will drink the green. And the leaves will turn and fall. Your hand in mine, we may walk this path one last time before the snow falls again.
We'll dream through it, I want to tell you. Safely entangled, we'll dream of hawks soaring and cherry blossoms opening. We'll dream of green miracles and each other. And we will wake up again. We will.
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