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

 


Empact Image - "Rose Window" by Marlene Burns
 

Play "Blue Sunday" recited by Kristina Wright