Poem 29, June 29

 

Morning hides the Sun

 

Morning hides the sun

after a cool night.

I walk a sidewalk

uphill. It slants right

to left.

 

In the direction

of Bowling Green

a storm brews.

In an hour or two

rain will fall

on the sidewalk

& run off right to left.

 

Morning hides the sun.

A memory begs me write

the story of a morning walk

we took in the sharp edges of night

the day before you left.

 

Your leaving was no rejection

of me. It was a moving of the scene

of love. Now I sing the blues

& write poetry devoid of two

people. Time it is said heals all

pain & rain will fall

on the sidewalk

& run off right to left.