| CLOUDY SKIES
Near trembling in anticipation Looking out at the mid-day sky, She suddenly lunged for the front door As if she were straining to fly. One childish hand clutched the doorknob, The other, a raggedy doll. I asked, "What's your hurry?" She simply replied, "The sun just came out, that's all.� Teresa Belardes Topanga Cyn, California 6/10/05 |
| Taree's Poetry summer, 2005 |
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