for Rose
-
Because the sky
is such a blue
demanding admiration
I chance to see
a passing fleet of gulls.
Because I crane my neck
to see the gulls
I chance to see
a pale crescent moon
near its zenith.
Because the sky is such a blue
because the passing gulls lift me up
because the pale crescent moon tugs at me
I feel the earth spin beneath my heels.
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(The Mid-America Poetry Review; Winter 2005-2006)
Hanque O . . .
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chance-encounters/
