For Cliff (12/3/97) by Amanda ConlogueDriving home,
The sun sets on me.
Skies are awash in
Multitudes of crystal blues.
Whale clouds
Let out a cry of mourning.
The headlights
Of oncoming cars
Are clear-bright.
Angel lights,
Guiding the weary
Homeward.
12/03/1997 Author's Note: In memory of my grandfather, Clifford Clarke.
Posted on 01/25/2003 Copyright © 2025 Amanda Conlogue
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