
A SKY THAT HAS HUMAN BEAUTY ~BY KATRINA ANTONY
Every day is a new way of looking at the sky.
Every day is a new way of looking at the sky.
Have you ever knocked your head back to get the last bits of water out when you’re thirsty?
I thought only green mountains could relax me,
Until I saw her facile face.
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,