Friday, 6 June 2010

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Ode to a Cloud

She can’t hold her tears
and I can’t catch her sorrows.

I retreat to the front porch;
the above terrace protects me from being overwhelmed

And still…
I want to catch her.

She’s not alone.

I want to cry too
my umbrella is all upside down waiting for sweet droplets.

I’m guilty of life without stress
while you are gray from precipitation.

There is wisdom in your nimbus and I am ignorant of it,
I need to know your aqueous past.

A river falls from the sky exploding into tears.
I drown, enveloped by the wet breeze.

By: Andrew Barnhill

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