DSC04589I tightly hug

my sons goodbye.

Leave them

to their young men’s lives.

Drive away

after skies decant a

thunderstorm,

then burst into

peach and pale azure.

Journey and travel

and ride

through ebony night,

singing loudly

to stay awake.

Park in dawn harbor,

crimson and tangerine

ripple on dark water.

Gentle breeze,

moon slice

punctuated with

a single star,

dark side of the moon

outlined against

indigo sky.

And wrapped

in my husband’s arms

I dream

a gentle scent

of

sweet

spring rain.

 

June 20, 2017

 

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