Spring showers
dissolve the city streets -
this Saturday morning
I can't find my boots.
Lipstick, coat,
glasses, and keys. Check.
Late for work
I miss breakfast.
But your hue is in town and I
realize beyond recall
how you got to learn
the names of the clouds:
You were born and raised
in Greyish Brown!
Now please, let me
tell you about my stars.
Ah, yes! From one born and raised on cloudless nights!
ReplyDeleteYou capture the sense of separation here, the great divide, as well as the intangible quality that can bring two souls together.
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