An evening sky, deep, dark, and rich with gray-chocolate thunderclouds.
Puddles are always large enough for the sky they hold.
A walker’s definition of heartbreak —
Starlings enough to carry me off, yet I am the one who is feared.
And then, suddenly, they do, and I am the one who is scared.
May 19, 2019
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces