Monday, October 10, 2011

When Rain

I will remember the sky here.
When rain finally comes,
the air itself glows
like some cliche about a pregnant mother.
During the day,
the glow was storm light
but now, Dallas night light
paints sprinting low clouds yellow
orange, and, in one spot over an Addison restaurant
purple, like the ground effect on a low rider.

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