So Bad

Morning storms in warm. She’s draped in
shapeless shade. The drapes part. 
Part of the rain still falls, 

and lands in the seagreen grass. 
The trees have leaves like feathers
that can’t seem to find the sky. 

White rain splatters yellow in the light
of the lamp. The downpour thins and splinters.
The weather will dry on the window. I know 

about desire. Once I had a bee
follow me down the street. 
It wanted my hair so bad.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

you write from observation and with great imagination.....Don't kick the habit

[Sami Khalil]

I like it alot... Thank you for sharing...:)