telling

telling was the night upon the day

long and hot and humid until

the end

the night and
     like a shot it shut
                         you down

i took you to the spot
where all the revelry
was muted

distant

the
telling you how i
truly felt without
a word

like the day i was

Outside the sky is a canvas and all our forms are drawn against it. the leaves this time of year make everything timeless like the day I was born.