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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