Quiet Cloud; Slightly Sodden
That quiet cloud
became a bird
Yeah it did,
busted out
of its shell
all spread
eagle as hell
Remember?
Stormy
weather;
purpled
feathers
I haven’t
forgotten
It
came
with rain
in late autumn,
we didn’t care, no
problem, we’d worn
sandals in the grass,
listened to the rinse of
the forest, kissed and
curled up right there,
rolling in the dew,
slightly sodden
imprints of
your hand
on my
shirt…
And then, remember when its shape
was wounded by the wind, all tattered
and thinned, remember how saddened
we’d
been?
I do, that’s when I knew
my feelings for you
wouldn’t pass
like cloud
shaped
shadows
on the grass