The Color of Clouds
it’s morning
before the sun
the mist creeps along
quietlike
mindful of the water
it disappears
like a cloud
like smoke
long gone
it’s early July
watched the fireworks
up in the sky
without watching them
you’re in the bed
unable to move
nothing but smoke
now
is this how it ends
after 88 summers
in the sun
i don’t understand
a thing about anything
anymore
TL