OUR THREAD

EIGHT O'CLOCK
NOVEMBER NIGHT
THE HIGH SKY PLANE
THAT ROLLS UNSEEN
INTO THE COMING STORM
IS NASHVILLE BOUND

HE SOON WILL BANK HIS WINGS
ABOVE YOUR HOUSE
DESCENDING

AS RAIN BEGINS
TO SPOT THE DARK PORCH
SCARING CATS TO HIGHER GROUND
I REACH A PRAYER FOR YOU
INTO HIS FAST DEPARTURE

HE IS OUR THREAD
MY BROTHER

(FOR JIM)