flutters

you see a finch flying far away through your window/through your bruised evening sky/through the dirty cotton clouds/several threads of light/silently flutter/when you see her step out of the car/you see the meaning of flight/change from flying through the air/to snatching the door handle/your walk hastening/and the stretching smile/weary eyes/ it all becomes/beautiful exhaustion/& relief comes like every first snow/you don’t know when exactly it began/maybe when she walked into the kitchen/maybe when you hugged each other/ or maybe before all that/and the finch flew/far away/when night comes/the silence flutters/like street lamps in the summer/maybe “I love you”/is still magical