Backyard Sighting
Across my lover’s backyard
an emerald forest
I see him
cradled in a hammock
the fabled babe hanging from the stork’s beak
reading
Sky gold showers down on him
I can see his aura and his halo
as he moves to capture the light
All the warmth on him
I feel in me
for him
He doesn’t see me
for he is not in this world
but of it
and he won’t even know
that if I should loose my sight
I pray that this
be the last thing I see
February 19, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen
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