Shall I
softly worn dome of denim blue
cozy and comfortable in the sun's wake
should I grasp a corner, gently tugging,
and wrap myself in it, my supple cape?
or, upon leaving it celestially high
shall I ask of faerie folk and angels nigh
aid in pushing moisture laden clouds dark
over my garden so that when they cry
‘tis my flowers that will sing for joy
pelted by fresh tears from night's sky?
Copyright © Susan Szoke | Year Posted 2021
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