Monday, July 7, 2008

Clouds

Clouds gathering
In the west
Dark and cold
Mid summer's heat
End of the good times
Not the dreams we had
First drops of rain
Edge of the storm
Here beside me
In our bed
Her lungs cracklin
Slight moans in the night
Thunder and lightening
In the coming storm.
End of the good times
Edge of the memories.
Roe, july 8, 2008

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