An afternoon spent
driving across the state of Iowa
and I’m composing, in my head, a poem, a haiku perhaps,
contrasting the grey clouds overhead
with the burning reds and gold of corn
and changing leaves
grey skies hold rain
ready to extinguish
fiery leaves
I’m still thinking on it… but before I can finish,
before the words can settle into place,
we’ve driven out from underneath
those threatening skies and heavy clouds
into bright sun and blue.
and I’m composing, in my head, a poem, a haiku perhaps,
contrasting the grey clouds overhead
with the burning reds and gold of corn
and changing leaves
grey skies hold rain
ready to extinguish
fiery leaves
I’m still thinking on it… but before I can finish,
before the words can settle into place,
we’ve driven out from underneath
those threatening skies and heavy clouds
into bright sun and blue.
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