Monday, June 10, 2013

No One Ever Says This

Tubby grey rain-
clouds

where on earth are you 
going?

Don't let that mooney old
sun's hot rash 

passion go pushing 
you around

—out past skyscrapers!

Be not so 
easily swayed by cheap 
talltalk 

of foolhardy 
wind off a midmorning lake!

Not quite so
quick!
—tall dark

shocks of 
cumulonimbus—why not just 
stick
around and rain awhile?

Both of your blithe 
ardent cousins 

are codgers—

preposterous
uncharitable misunderstanders!

Neither casts mood
on a monday like you do—besides

this sleepy city's 
all rubbed-
eyes and sighing this morning

and could really use just five
more minutes—

of covers.

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