Thursday, February 18, 2016

POEM: "A Cloud Song"

A Cloud Song

                    pace G. Gershwin

I could cry salty tears
bread and wine, roses
for roses, an empty chair
ten thousand was drunk
that never was born...
your picture's on the wall
above an unfamiliar bed
where have I been all these years
a cloud beginning to descend
my little wow, tell me how
I won't be seeing you again
how long has this been going on?

© 2016 Rob Schackne

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