For Weeks

We’re out
in the meadows
hiking although
there’s a predicted
likely chance of
torrents and thunder.

Ahead of us hours
of waiting, walking,
hanging on the movements
of every breeze-turned
leaf.  

I suggest we
might not want
to get our clothes
wet, and it might be
a fine idea
to take them off
while we’re waiting
and stow them in our
packs (which also make
fine pillows when filled).

You smile like
the light behind a long,

low cloud full of rain
when the ground
has been parched
for weeks.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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