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.
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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