summer sounds


often   under her breath   phrases

clouds are sad   or   the clouds are sad


sometimes barely audible

other times in her native tongue


maybe we should elope   no   i mistake 

elope for hope   should for could   we for he


sometimes i hear the complacency of a sigh

or something deep in her throat


but more often it is the hum

 as she surveys the honeybees sipping clover's nectar


or scanning for cygnus above

and i think to myself   i don't know her


which makes me think of clouds   or is it 

that i see clouds as she sees them






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Written on 2022-07-03 at 20:08

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I really really love this kind of poem, Jim: Whimsical, almost dreamlike. And this one of yours is nothing short of a gem. I sincerely feel the benefit from reading it (several times!) Deserves accolade.