The Sky Tonight
Greyish-purple,
bloated arms streak
wild and warm
waiting to exhale.
The oaks and maples
line up, turned leaves
to their soft under
sides.
Like a thousand frog
bellies breathing in
the wind.
It will rain
all night.
Tomorrow the ground
will diamond in a wet,
slick clean.
The sky will open
to you again,
tomorrow.
Michelle M. Buchanan June 28, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Cpl. Roberto Abad
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I read this after asking my question at myspace...I can see now that you can commemorate without knowing life details, This is a wonderful poem, Michelle. Just wonderful.
Excellent tribute Michelle!!
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