Thursday, March 22, 2007

“Cloud-Love”

If my soul were a cloud
I’d pour on you the coolest clean spring rain
And the swallows and sparrows would
Perch on your sleeve and cool their tiny
Feet from the hot sidewalk
I’d drench your hair,
Make you remove your shoes and socks
And have you foolishly skip
Up and down the busy street,
Lifting your hands in joyous recanting…

Silly?
Oh no…

Umbrellas were only meant for the
Unchild-like.

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