sometimes,
he would look at her,
sleeping like an angel,
and think that his blessings
were too many,
that he had received too much;
but then he would
close his eyes,
and just bask
in her glow:
la ciela;
and it was more than
enough.
June 12, 2009.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
6/14/09
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