Hung from trees in
high Sierra
Rippling bark
alive with orange
Do you fall when
loggers saw?
Or fly off quick
to who knows where?
Swim the air like
Swallows returning
If you find the
Milkweed’s trail
Else you will not
come again
Else we will
forget your name
©E.R.Olsen
E. R. Olsen lives in Nevada, where he practices law and writes poetry. His poems have appeared on Poetry24 and other magazines and journals, including the Naugatuck River Review.
