i call her friday because she is freedom from the trials of the week

i call her july because she is summer and all the joy that sunshine entails

i call her

though she doesn’t answer my calls

i call out to her

yet she goes where she will irregardless of my need

i call her a hawk as she circles high above where mete mortals exist

i call her beautiful because no other can come close to her in my eye

i call her

even though she is too far away to hear my voice

i call out to her

only to hear my own words faintly return