a moisture licked breeze kissed by emotion brought the smell of switching situations into the air with cloud rumbles and streaks of light that kept us interested in a changing affair
we sat on creaky back chairs
searching through cob wedded screens
switching focus from distant swirls to shapeless matting
through and within
what was captured in each?
your hand searched through your knotted and unwashed hair, the world knew
i was reluctant to acknowledge
it’s going to rain
passing time for the inevitable
love limply hung above us, waiting to blow away
your sighs matched my lies
neither of us spoke
where would we start?
talking about the weather is what got us here
your chair continues to rock as i hear footsteps follow the howl and slamming door
i sat alone
watching our clothes drench
we’ll leave them out for another day.