SHE DOESN’T LIKE BALLOONS, IT’S IN HER JEANS:

Clouds like smoke,
A smell like burning,

A light,
Casting shadows,

A rumble in the sky,
Howling,

Wind in the trees,
The end of Summer,

Petals fall from flowers,
A crow,

The world upside down,
Turns Blue,

We catch the rain,
Cardboard at the windows to block the light,

Something in the sky,
Howling,

Willow & Oak rest their heads against each other,
Hissing,

Wings arrive,
Grey & Black & White,

Engine noise,
Broken branch,

The pine tress are breathing,
The fading pink of flowers

 

(K)