No Time for Grief
Stop seeding the clouds!
Let the remembering sleep
during the heat of drowsy summer;
there is no time for blackened falls.
The day is bright & demanding
and time … oh time should have buffered
the edge between the breasts. Don’t seed the clouds
don’t launch those glittering capsules
into pregnant and ripening clouds
sunlight bouncing off them and sunlight blinding.
Wipe away, wipe away before the crowd lowers their gaze.
You are here. Too exposed And I ...
I must defend you. No one wants
The salted rain.
Ariel
Aug 18 2011
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| Fall on 12th Street watercolor by CC Willow |
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