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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Cpl. Roberto Abad





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

2 comments:

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!!