Tuesday, July 31, 2007

They Were Seeding The Clouds With Sorrow

they were seeding the clouds with sorrow
in a roseless nation
I could not wake up

from this dream

when the words on the tip of your

tongue failed like snow would
and the reckless shadow of

your hand brushing the clouds aside was

sadly, inconclusive-

mary angela douglas 28 december 2002/28 december 2005