DG (9/19/1963 / )

White Clouds

SHE puts out her straw to the
passing white clouds, and pretends
its cocain, she whistles and staggers
and laughs at all the ghost she
sees, then cries, in front of the birds
and old trees, and waits for her
brother to take her hand, yes its
time to go home sis, but before we
go, look in this mirror, , and see what
you have become...2 years latter,
shes clean and beatifull, and drug free..

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Hey David... I'm glad she made the choice, after reading the last couple of writes on her... I found this poem very deep and sweet, and encouraging... Keep holding her hand, like a good brother. Love, Lee