The Aspen Falcon

You wouldn’t be here,
If you hadn’t failed
To get here yourself.

As long as you’re here,
However, you should
Know it’s all yours now,

The curved, empty road,
The faint machine hum
From under the ground,

The weird tree that glows
With moonlight in sun,
And that’s just the edge

Of the pond freezing
Up before winter,
The aspen falcon.