Tuesday, August 11, 2020

lament

 

the sky had not considered

that the day might end,

so when the merlot sunset faded,

there was little time to prepare.

 

rain fell the next morning,

warm and musky,

like the sweat of lovers

collapsed in each other's arms

and drifting slowly off to sleep

as a lone and distant piper

plays laments to the wind.

           

4/26/11

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