Afterlunch
Everyday as I lie on my bed
Afterlunch, watching wind in the skies
I see clouds in their formless fled
Hastily waving goodbyes
The picture changes every second
It never repeats the same view
The light flashes in and I’m beckoned
I look to the west to see you
But nothing comes out to grant us
Dark clouds blur the light sky
Like the strokes on a wet canvas
The wind keeps blowing so high.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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