Well . . .
the clouds just lay there
in small broken pieces
too hot to join together and form great works
because the wind had
no energy or intent
and took one long nap
birds sat still
quietly hidden in trees
because they knew better
and as we waited
for the burning sun
to set
I watched a crepe myrtle
smile at the beauty of the day
from my spot in the shade.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press
July 2017
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