The Sky About to Cry

It is not quite full yet.

The yellow jacket nest is still.

The trees are awake to a grey brightness;

The still clouds are grey filled.

The last shower nests

On the pavement floor, but

The sun has not toweled it up in arms.

I am watching the moisture, which

tilting down to my feet asks me

to drink of fluids flowing

from another’s mouth.

Metaphorical Writing 4/27/2013

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Metaphor for 4/17/2013

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We come here almost faceless like walking into a club where you know few of the members and become initiated into a world where the dance keeps changing, and we lean in one direction or another often bent by a … Continue reading