Saturday, August 6, 2011

Day 350, the storm

No blip on the radar
The dark angel wings
Of mourning spread, span over

Not cloud cover, but
A wall between us and the sun.

Not a storm of wind and rain
But the arid, dry cocoon
Of a godless womb.

The inevitable birth of
Hope, troubles small child
The tiny wailing lungs
The siren for the end of grief

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