the day before..


the day before..

colour seeped and spread

like a bruise. A living statement

Like growth on the dawn

and hurt on the flesh

Such transience


and now the rain comes

teeming with the intent

to drench

every living thing that dares

to bear arms in an open space


an awkward truce of clouds

blown and stretched in huffy air

A paleness in the blue that is morose

stalks unwilling partners in a dance

that must unfold