B. Bush
"Untitled"
Coexisting on a plane
Headed for the Rio Grande
Searching for a life....
Alone
Jet stream vapor
Trails of tears
My cross I bear is twisted now
I cannot speak
I breathe somehow
Inside this plastic box
I sigh....
No one to share my secrets with
No one to share my side
If I listen now
I can hear you breathe
Or perhaps I misperceive
I fail to find the humor in this dismal day.....
Then through the clouds I see a form
Like an angel but...
Her wings look torn
Falling
I swim through skies to try to save
My one last chance at bravery.
I catch her
She smiles
We land
Eternity spent together
Fading memories of being tethered to the pain....
Posted March1, 1997
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