30 May 2012

Pocket Full of Showers



The clouds build and darken as we drive
Branches, in their swaying, come alive
Droplets fall in a sudden sheet
Asphalt glistens, wet with heat
Legs curled up with journal in hand
Studying contours of the sky and land
A pocket full of showers
While in the car a few hours
Leaves my mind to wander wide
In simple words I tend to hide
Deeper meanings in my heart
Sailing around this windy part

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