With the sun shining
And a seven hour shift before me
I dread the time
The wasted day to earn a paycheck
But
There's the sun
The gentle breeze
The storm clouds calling to me
Finding my soul amongst the rubble
And pulling me toward the rain
I watch the clouds and the way they dance
And I too am dancing with them
Turmoil at first sight
Then dancing to a song nobody else can hear
What are the clouds saying
What thoughts do they have
Give them thoughts
What are their greatest fears
What do they think about when nobody is watching
Watch them walk and talk
In three seconds
Take it to a crisis
Find a way to end it
And just like that
I'm taken back
To what we used to call play creation
But I just liked to call it home
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
