poems by erring cloud
November 11, 2006
all night long
sound of rain
pounding
on sleepless grass
long winter furrows
run through these lids
where from updrafts
i try to shield a soul
from faraway
have erred till here
drawn by these vapors
pearling on the pane
all night long
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