gray outstretched arms
waving without and within,
a song sent over the ridge
ridge-crest-covering crescendo,
ripping siding from wall-sides
snapping the breath from my dried lips…
face to the ground, face to the ground…….
a glob of bright red acrylic paint
and a whispering, a whispering above my ears
the breath of God came and took her
though the body on the tailgate…
these tears painting are painting her face
something poetic 