After Heartbreak

by George Looney

Goldfinches dabble near–comic yellows
around the eaves of what I think of
as my house. Despite everything, there’s beauty
in this world, my friend said. Nobody
can erase something as insistent as this
color collaborating with the sky as though
it were a music always surrounding
whatever pain might be trying to claim
it’s everything. The goldfinches deny
any world defined by nothing but loss.