By: Sarah Mahina Calvello

These Colors

All these colors,
Combed and spun
Into fine spirals
Of cotton candy
Dying the sky
With a stretching sigh

Morning rose
Covers everything
With a patient brightness

Another day
Of rise and fall
—

The Postcard

For Michael Calvello

Take me to the fields
Of golden green
Where the flowers bloom heavy
Against the scented sky
And trembling water

The path of bent grass
Leads to a path of bent grass
Leads to a group of quiet trees
Seeming alone
Even when they are together

Burnt green tears
In the distance
It won’t ever change
If you want to stay the same
—

For Michael Calvello

Mine is an army of angels
Night brings out troubles to the light
Hanging on the smoky edge of dreams

Hazy silvers hide the light
Hidden clouds and trees like dark tears
Starts with a glimmer
Ends with a glow
It’s so hard to forget pain
But even harder to remember sweetness
—

Sunset, Version Two

For Michael Calvello

Mine is an army of angels
Night brings out troubles to the light
Hanging on the smoky edge of dreams

Hazy silvers hide the light
Hidden clouds and trees like dark tears
Starts with a glimmer
Ends with a glow
It’s so hard to forget pain
But even harder to remember sweetness