Poetry

I see the sky, a grey mass hovering

by Goldie Jones

I see the sky, a grey mass hovering

toward my windowsill,

And soon it will rain,

trapping us in intimacy -- a time remembered

as in many storms long endured.

The old cat sits and watches.....

The clock ticks toward eternity.

  © Goldie Jones 1998

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