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A young child

a grandson

two years old

sitting

in the front seat

behind the wheel

of a convertible

with the roof

d

o

w

n

the sun out

skies of blue

with Grandma

sitting

at his side

bounteous smiles

heaped

with love

Grandpa

at his other side

standing outside

of course

cause grandbaby

has it all

under control

2

pale with

reddened eyes

as though she slept

upon clenched fists

long unkempt hair

dirty clothes

her body crying

for more heroin

crying

I could feel her

writhing pain

in the middle of town

the sun out

skies of blue

she bent down

picking up a

ha

lf

smoked cigarette

we each caught

a glimpse of the other

she looked down

again

maybe in shame

I looked up

again

maybe with hope

and a prayer

for her life

3

There we were

crossing the

Hot Metal Bridge

all along

the entire span

were strung

red

white

lace

beige

teal

striped

purple

polka-dotted

black

pink

Photo by Ed Rieker for Aerie by American Eagle

floral

bras

bras in every color

every texture

every cup size

all strung there

high above

the sun out

skies of blue

hope gleaming down

wishing

breast cancer

far, far, away

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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For Mary Saflin who was 72, Kimberly Griffith who was 45, and her two daughters, Brenna, age 12 & Mikaela, age 8.

Five days after

their lives were lost

I drove along

Washington Boulevard

Loss hit me as I

Realized

Destruction

Benign

Debris strewn

Precariously

by Raging waters

in a place they

did not belong

upon grassy areas

in the woods

dry mud upon the road

where rain

had pelted the earth

whose belly

could hold no more

Swollen

Engorged

every weakness

Divulged

this road became

a wild

Phantom river

I cried

I prayed

I turned my head

and learned

just how high

those waters were

I wonder why the leaves survived?

the leaves of the bushes

and trees were

Painted by an

Artist of Death

dried earth

high upon the trees

there was one leaf

that had dried mud

only half way up

this was the place where

Devastation resigned

Tomorrow

rain will fall

Tomorrow

rain will attempt

to take away

Memories of today

wiping away

the bits of dried earth

from where

they don’t belong.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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