It was Time

The Collector finished his meal,

drew his hand slowly through his hair,

turned his head slightly to look out the open window,

listened to the fan spin and whirl.

Finally he pulled himself away from the counter,

slowly moved toward the door,

as he opened the door he looked back at Destiny,

she looked at him.

He walked out the door,

the clouds parted,

and the Full Flower Moon illuminated him,

It was time.

Standing back to back,

staring off at the stars,

waiting for the Full Flower Moon,

California drafts the letter in her mind.

Off in the distance,

The Collector looks up,

from his nightly chore,

and sees their silhouette poised against the sea