Amy Michelle Mosier Poet Rhyme

Low Dust Clouds Bristled

Low dust clouds bristled
   In the sky but I did not see;
A lone grackle whistled
   A warning I did not perceive.

The world would neither stop turning
   Nor quit its mockery.
I sat upon a rock, faltering -
   Because of things that wouldn’t be.

Only distraction can persuade -
   Only sleep can steal
Such sadness that pervades
   And hot tears that swell

But hotter yet came a wind
   That brushed my fingers
As would one consoling
   And dried my tears.

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