A Virga In Gettysburg.
Virga
Your impression beckons me
as you slumber coyly
through the day.
I, too, can play
chords up in the jetstream
during your unfathomed dream
I can find a secret and
lock it in my pulse
until the storm.
And when the gale, vespertine,
roars and carries mountains
forth
Humbly, I deliver you
my caring vision
from the shore.
Copyright © Crane Wyndham | Year Posted 2009
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