Through Out the Miles of Heaven
A woman
She who sits upon a bench
Birds peck around her toes and feet
A shadow of an oak tree stands
In a lurking distance behind
Her arched back and the
crook of her small little neck
the sun engulfs the surface
called the skin
illuminating the florescent brown glow
shimmering from her head….
Her mouth begins to forms an o
She whistle a tune
heard through out the many miles of heaven
Her hand moves toward
The imbedded plate on the seat
She traces the name with her nails
Her hand begins to tremble
She then shifts her head towards the sun
Tears then dribble along her cheek
For they both have heard the tune speak
Throughout the many miles of heaven
She begins to whistle….
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