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The Somber Power of Clouds
The Somber Power of Clouds
David J Walker
I
A slice of our bumbling childhoods
Tumbling from a moments nowhere
The secrets left unnamed yet stained
In the blush of our innocent shame
I am old and want to know
How long do these fires smolder?
Older
Older?
II
The instructions were in my pocket
As instructed
Locked in a silver locket
As promised
Mother kept the key somewhere
She would find it someday
She said
Someday
Somewhere
III
The Winters fire meant nothing
Until the cold was colder and
The snow bordered on the first step
Of the stoop
Who last used the snow shovel?
I asked as if I didn’t know
The fire would have to wait and
I would have to go
IV
The somber power of the clouds
Hour by hour
Passing overhead to
Somewhere else
Reshaping and making themselves
Into something else
They are nothing but gas
Said Father
And nudged the hoe into my hands
To tend the garden
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