Monday, June 23, 2014

We're Not Done

You set a
brick down,
and it fumbled in the wind.
I yelled at you
to catch it. "DON'T
It did. My eyes swelled
as I watched it fall,
joining the others.
It wasn't a real cry,
just one of those times
when the anger and the bitterness
seep from your eyes.
How could it keep happening
to us.
We've been building this
all morning, and the wind grows
ever stronger.
We're nowhere near making
a roof, and the storms are coming.
And, the storms are coming.

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