Wings

My wings take me to the top of Coyote Butte
Where I circle
Wheat fields and sage
Dipping and diving the ethers of blue
And earth.

Sipping the nectar from buttercups
Barely pushed from the ground
Fighting my wings with the wind
Finally giving in

Being carried
Swept away and over the
Mountain

In time to slip with the
Sun

into my fiery orange-flowered
Self

Into ocean for one more night.