There is a Great Loss Here
There is a great loss here,
Perhaps unaware
The eagle flies alone over the tops of mountains,
Leaving its mate behind to settle the score of unitys prize-
Aloneness.
That shriek that tears the night-sky,
Calling back memorys
Gentleness.
That peat and pith within the wombs-
Oneness.
In silence its wings dip behind the mountains arch,
Falling away
In feathered farewell to Goodbyes endlessness.
-Richard Claude Valdez

Bidding farewell to anyone or anything is never easy. In his third volume of poems, Richard Claude Valdez shares verse that pays tribute to goodbyes...