feelings come and go
flying mysteries
with their shadows
hot and cold pockets
that shift our movements
bend the forks in our roads
happiness and sadness
that arrive in larger flocks
one as pink flamingos
choreographed in a landing
the other one black vultures
circling something that’s died
love enters our airspace
from beyond the farthest blue
always cloaked
its presence felt
by the dropped shiny gift
that thumps on the door
of a heart