Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Cpl. Roberto Abad

The Sky Tonight

bloated arms streak
wild and warm
waiting to exhale.

The oaks and maples
line up, turned leaves
to their soft under

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,


Michelle M. Buchanan June 28, 2006


Pris said...

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.

Pat Paulk said...

Excellent tribute Michelle!!