a thirst and that way
weariness rests
just outside the eyes-
another rainless day
sun on green glass
oh the height of it all
a seagull seems
to fly low
here the trees
seem out of place
set pieces
this room
is mostly window
and open space
but some things
you just can’t fake
this song progresses
through common chords
characterize everything
as a wait
it sure doesn’t feel like arrival
nobody’s fault but mine
wine, and a summer
more than half gone–
what can I say?
the sky is perfect
this sky is perfect
it shames me for feeling
anything less
than joy
Sometimes the perfection of the sky is the problem, or perhaps, points out the problem in us all.
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agreed!
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We had a thunderstorm yesterday in the early evening and then again later, it was the most tremendous relief. I know too much about ‘rainless days’ which in England are more than usually troubling to the psyche if they go on for too long. Thank you for this offering. ~ P ~
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I suspect the Pacific Northwest and England have more in common than not!
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That is what we often observe between ourselves meteorologically dear C, we get our weather fronts from you. Why is there no such thing as weather “backs” I wonder? ~ P ~
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Yes! “the sky is perfect” even when we’re not. 🙂
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It’s frankly a little over-kill 🙂
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Ain’t it though?
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It’s frankly a little over-kill 🙂
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