What Might You Say Poem by A.Z. McCoy

To a summer collision, my dear
High above the plains you walk

What falls is free to seed or die
No longer a-slumber amid ossified dream

Let it be, whatever vulture or sparrow
Finds left of shot confetti, a child's joyous scream

Let the ground remember
Let the winds carry her call

Sweet haunting traces
Of your touch and song

Carry, lifted up
At my back, southward bound

Let the flying creatures
Never meet cage

No matter how shiny
A butterfly could never

Press a flower's fruit to diamond
Nor do I wish it so

That my eager, longslept dream
Find your beautiful mind pressured

All I ask
Is your sweet countenance

That soft, luminous quilt
You so humbly fold

At a table with coffee or whiskey
Your laughter no longer far-off

No longer ringing through nights
But wafting within meters of my hand

That day is all
I wish