
Denim TexturedSlate grayDenim Textured1 month ago in Free Verse
stretches,
denim-textured,
across the sky.
Grieving
and lost for words,
the thunder roars--
a desolate sound.
On a porch swing
in Kentucky,
I listen to their cries,
wishing
I could do more
than ache for the clouds
and pray
the rain will stop.
Carnival of rust9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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