poems by erring cloud
May 29, 2006
mirage
all night long
sound of rain
falling
on sleepless grass
dripping through lids
these winter furrows
where from updrafts
I try to shield a soul
from faraway
erred till here
drawn by these vapors
pearling on the pane
all night long
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