Blue Sunday
  JERRY BROWNING

 

 BROKEN COMPASS   

 

Blue Sunday
 

rained all day
low gray clouds
blockaded the sun
like false idols

tried to ride
the ol’ motor bike
between bursts
retreating twice
soaked

tv was boring
i flipped it off
and turned on
a radio station
stared at the phone
hoping you’d call

my mind retraced
that black April night…
time froze
when the tornado passed over
i jumped out of bed
shouting…”what’s wrong?”

you pulled me close
stroked my hair
and said, “baby,
it’s just a bad storm
go back to sleep
i’m here…
i love you”

now, you’re gone

as i lay down
in a blanket of blue
i tingle at the tapping
rain on the roof

sensations die
unshared

Denton, Texas ‘84

 


Intro Image - "Writing Hands" by  jggy
Empact Image -
"Rose Window" by Marlene Burns
 

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