Damp Shadow at the Edge of the Day

Heat and a flag at half mast
For something lost a long
Time ago. Leaves me at 
The mercy of the trees
Who are getting ready 
To sit this next one out.
We understand each other
We winter escapees, we
Cave dwellers. I don't have
Any nuts in the ground,
But I do not hesitate when
The wheels are heading 
My way: I go directly
Underneath. Bury
My next life in the 
Eyes of a bird watching
The people go by.