All the stories that it tells
Shaking a common umbrella out
The slant of his head the hand
Shook so badly after the accident
That would not let go the bed
Where the best of them was made
A man waiting to cross the road
Sees his eyes glance up the sky
Where someone waited for him once
Who now is part of another heaven
A tree three sweet birds a rainbow
Where the grass is much greener stop
A toddler already festooned with
Red balloons goes after just one more
Learning the measure of passion
A mother who ignores his noises
Ignored her own once upon a time
Now makes up stories in her head
He sits down as oddly as he will
His body whispers things to him
About the door the table the glasses
When the fire jumped across their line
And they heard the Devil’s fierce music
And they were very lucky to get out.
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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