06-25-2019, 08:17 AM
No Certainties
Three types of cloud today
but I don't know to name them.
Nimbus? I like that, a halo.
I look at shadows, their colours;
at the bright flowers carefully kept
in Centennial, busy now with Sunday.
And the cover of your bed was folded
and I woke from my dream shuddering
and thought you were gone.
On the phone, your accent, as you ask
in the patient way of a stranger,
Why not fly over, just for a visit?
Three types of cloud today
but I don't know to name them.
Nimbus? I like that, a halo.
I look at shadows, their colours;
at the bright flowers carefully kept
in Centennial, busy now with Sunday.
And the cover of your bed was folded
and I woke from my dream shuddering
and thought you were gone.
On the phone, your accent, as you ask
in the patient way of a stranger,
Why not fly over, just for a visit?