for Rose br br - br br Because the sky br is such a blue br demanding admiration br br I chance to see br a passing fleet of gulls. br br Because I crane my neck br to see the gulls br I chance to see br br a pale crescent moon br near its zenith. br br Because the sky is such a blue br because the passing gulls lift me up br because the pale crescent moon tugs at me br br I feel the earth spin beneath my heels. br br - br br (The Mid-America Poetry Review; Winter 2005-2006)br br Hanque O . . .