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When the sky spills

by Vikki Owens

When the sky spills over,
a drenching, wretched deluge
right on me, drowning me,
you are there with your hands
cupped above my head to hold off the rain.

09/13/2006

Posted on 09/14/2006
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Elle O'Connor on 09/14/06 at 01:53 PM

Lovely.

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/17/06 at 11:49 AM

Beautiful and simple.

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