Off-white summer times
Afloat upon
The leaf-strewn breathing of the stars
You creased their last into her eyes

With your sweetened hands
Sticky with needle kisses
Of superficial expertise
Folded fading autumn's feathers
Into insubstantial ringlets
On the hidden cherub's cheeks
A fragile canopy of flight

You gave her wings
Then flew away...
You never taught her how.