Black Balloon
Dry
so dry
where you are
who you are,
in the dead of June.
Rain
such rain
where I am
who I am,
in the dead of June.
Home
I'll come back home
back to you
belong to you,
in the dead of June.
I'll knot this twine
around the storm
and bring home the
summer rain,
my black balloon.
Copyright © Alyssa Finley | Year Posted 2009
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