by Maureen Staley Cary
When I hear that faint rumble, deep in the clouds,
The summer sky will darken, lead-gray
The rain will come in slanting sheets,
Forming mist as it hits hot, hard earth
The birds will retreat, like the ants,
But the earthworms will emerge from the softened soil,
Content in the break from August heat.
Window Gazing
Maureen Staley Cary
Might her mood be blue
like the curtain or the shade of sea
stripes on her dress
staring portside, about to take a step
through the open frame
lured by the soft lapping water,
a distant seagull, flapping sailcloth
a fleeting moment
rendered constant
on Dali’s canvas
Six foot one, with eyes of steel
Just one stare would make you keel
When he walks in a room, people feel his presence
All women want him but probably just for the essence
The voice of an angel with the look of a thug
But he’s kind and caring and would give you a hug
All the talent in the world can do what he wants
Sex and drugs mostly because that’s what he flaunts
He’s the voice of a generation, The best singer in the world
But unfortunately for him, he just lost his girl
She’s gone forever and can’t comeback
Believe it or not he’s on the same track.
So much money and so much fame
But that can never seem to hide his pain
He has lost all interest in the music he’s made
Drugs have control and now he begins to fade
We heard nothing from him until 2002
That was when we all found out, that he had died too.
Empty in his apartment alone and rotten
Layne Staley was my hero and will never be forgotten
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