Sunday, 10 June 2012

Ordinary Dirt

As the air grows heavy with the promise of rain,
and the sky changes from a slate blue mottled
with clouds to a uniform chrome canopied
over the landscape, the characteristic red dust
looks like ordinary dirt-- compact, brown, heavy,
like I'm somewhere else in the world for the day,
somewhere I've been before and remember fondly.

2 comments:

  1. Great jon Megan...I love your use of color in this poem...Keep up the poem a day im just a few days behind you in my own blog, keep it going :)

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