After Rain, Foothills
Remnants of clouds
wasps hovering over the hollows
The storm a black wall in the sky
a father turning his back
cars break the quiet
thoughts attending their own wake
and now you
are you you or what you mean
Remnants of clouds
wasps hovering over the hollows
The storm a black wall in the sky
a father turning his back
cars break the quiet
thoughts attending their own wake
and now you
are you you or what you mean
I like this poem very much. I have posted on Facebook on my site I hope you don’t mind. I will post up a poem in a similar vein on my Poems for Poodles over the weekend.
Sure, that’s great. I’m glad you like it! Please send me a link as I’m not on FB at all.
https://www.facebook.com/maggie.emmett