You wait for the mist
to lift for the rain to clear
you don’t know why it is
so often raining
here where the sky burns
blue as candle flame
blue as the sea
whipped to a froth
by cold winds
on a Wednesday afternoon
you wait and when the waiting
seems too much to bear
you make room
on your blanket for the day
to sprawl beside you
and together you watch
clouds sail overhead
and dream of a time
when it might be otherwise
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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