Would you say animals
are lonely, or that a cloud
yearns for what it doesn't
understand?
Even a puddle left over
from last night's rain, drying
in the sun, holds what it can
of the sky.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Would you say animals
are lonely, or that a cloud
yearns for what it doesn't
understand?
Even a puddle left over
from last night's rain, drying
in the sun, holds what it can
of the sky.