Saturday, July 11, 2009

Becky's Heart


On the highway home tonight
tears for your mother came in a slow rain
under trust for my love of your company
and the joy of the day.
The sound of their falling
hushing me at sundown,
and ushering in
a greater silence in the carmine sky
settling over a lighter halcyon blue.
Memory, like ripples on dark water
stirred from high above and long ago,
echoing rings,
a deeper understanding of you.



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