Low dust clouds bristled
  In the sky but I did not see;
A lone grackle whistled
  A warning I did not perceive.

The world would not cease turning
  In its cruel mockery.
I sat upon a rock, faltering –
  Because of things that wouldn’t be.

Only distraction can persuade –
  Only sleep can steal
Such sadness that pervades
  And hot tears that swell

But hotter yet came a wind
  That brushed my fingers
As would one consoling
  And dried my tears.

Year: 
2010
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