A sycamore holds its leaf
shaped hands
out to me
to embrace me,
to sooth me.
I watch its branches sway
calm
silent
out my window.
I dream.
Of nothing but green
against brown and blue
I gaze on
Hope and Eternity.
Marsha Salerno Summer 2007
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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