On the Porch Without You.

Dear Ms.

Clouds of purple and blue and grey
Gallop across an enormous sky
Grumbling now and then.
Each pulled toward another
Not for my sake alone
Or for the beauty they create
But out of anger or spite
Clashing in flacid rebukes
Savage only in anticipation
Folding colors and emotions together
With pounding rebukes and blinding lashes.

Cordell Rich
From My Journal June of 2007