Grey swept sky

carries a lonely day

up the steps 

to my backyard.

 

Clouds come by,

breaking up, coming

again, breaking once more,

then returning with rain.

 

Lonely day leans with a sigh,

kisses my cheek,

says goodbye–

leaves me with empty remnants

of a once clear day and

of a life gone awry. 

——-

Written sometime in the spring of 2004 in St. Paul, Minnesota.