Humidity thick distant mountains gone
wall of dark rain
ten miles long
the hilltop gives way to infinite gloom
dressed in white linen
I’ll be there soon
car tires splash splutter held aloft
gauze not down a road
but across
anchored in loam as they scratch the sky
one brown loafer steps over
the ledge it is time
hold me like an oak embraces a boulder
ease this sullenness
shoulder against shoulder








hello dearest Clay I feel your deep pain here but I would tell you hold on the sun will come again ❤️
I feel your deep pain hang in there the sun will come again ❤️
hang in the Clay the sun will come again ❤️
Powerfully penned, Clay. Another excellent write with clever wordplay my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian