leaving

i saw the most beautiful flight of swallows leaving our islands today.
it nearly made me cry, it's 'v' was so seeped in melancholy.
i know a boy who watched a seagull tapdance on a lawn today.

in the summer two blue swallows encircled me in their path on a day when
i was blue as blue can be. i can see that part of the meadows from the place that i have migrated to.
i have left swallows behind on a wall, but sometimes leaving just * has* to happen.
and i hope we did it beautifully, and as gracefully as a bird at summer's close.