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Thursday, June 29, 2006

Cmdr. Joseph Acevedo





The summer sky at night
is endless,
black and full of stars.

I sit on the deck
alone, dreaming new
constellations.

Finger to the darkness
connecting the dots
over and over
until I see your face-

and I always do
see your face.

-Michelle M. Buchanan

1 comments:

writerwoman said...

Very touching!