Tuesday, June 22 - 1999

 

Tom Miller's
POEM OF THE WEEK

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partly cloudy with a chance of sun

 

 

the trees say,

"the rain is coming"

they hiss and shake

 

he is thinking about his mother

whom he has never met

could she be a princess

a whore or

both

 

dark clouds

bring a shadow

over the buildings

 

why did she give him up

he wonders did she

love him that much

or not at all

 

first drops

silence the birds

the streets steam

in rebellion

 

was she in love

was she pretty

is she still alive

in a castle

or a gutter

 

but then accept

how things are

 

and no longer wonder