National Poetry Month: Day 16
At the end of a long day,
I look at the clouds
bright monsters promising rain
that will never fall.
At the end of a long day,
I watch tree limbs wave
as the wind cools the desert
and the spring evening.
I look at the clouds
bright monsters promising rain
that will never fall.
At the end of a long day,
I watch tree limbs wave
as the wind cools the desert
and the spring evening.
Labels: free verse, National Poetry Month
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