after Paris Climate Summit
When most of them are heading
to their havens
before the darkness sucks
into their paths
atop a high wire—
this lonesome bird
is watching the crimson sky.
It hops
from one to the next—
higher
and higher
as if to fulfill a desire
echoing in my heart too—
to get a longer and longer view
of the setting sun
—as long as it is true.
