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.
2022-07-04


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.
Allen
2022-07-03