for my friend, Kathleen.
In the clear, hot Texas night
I’ll be looking up towards the heavens
listening for her laugh, looking
to see if her smiling eyes are crinkled up
in Kathleen mirth…
which was not like any other!
Sail ahead, girl
and wait for us on the shore.
©Nancilynn Saylor 2016
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