Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Sudden as Light Valentine

In some part of the morning
To mate and separate
A call comes in from Unavailable
Love is a perishable thing
All day I cloud-gazed
Those enormous after-rain clouds
Wondering if they were lifting
From our lives as well
I was not just standing here
Under the torn-up pages of time
Floating overhead as if
I couldn’t see them looking down
At their reflection in the stream
Love is a perishable thing

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