Hot August nights <br />before my brother left <br />to serve <br />I would sleep outside <br />on the wide balcony <br />next to my parents’ room, <br />stretched out <br />on a lounge chair <br />like an offering <br />to the stars, my eyes <br />seeking out <br />familiar patterns <br />of gods, winged horses <br />and thundering archers- <br />men with fierce weapons <br />I still saw as heroes.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0002-sleeping-under-stars-1/
