Saturday Afternoon I see the children oblivious to the sky which turns bright orange and then dirty brown. They run, laugh, and the smoke billows above us. As I watch, the children still smiling begin to glow. Faces spark and gleam with green phosphorescence, wings sprout from elbows and backs of knees, and they laugh, and shout , and cry while their short thin hair turns into silk banners flying against the wind. mail any comments to Erin! Back to the Poetry Index... Back to the main Index.