By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 17, 2016 A Bare Possibility By Alice Whitson Norton Tonight a plane dipped low above my roof,And left the tree atremble in its train,While I dashed out and stared with quivering heart,Until the lights were lost through silver rain.“It could be you, my son,” I softly sighed,“Just striving in your way to let me knowYou’re close at home – not in some far-off spotAs I have had reason to believe, and so �...
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