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….