Clouds
Clouds glide across the sky in middle Georgia
Where here I am –
Thirteen years into a sweet marriage after the one of twenty failed,
with memory remnants of a full set of Johnson Brothers
Friendly Village, years of piece gifts from both former sides against all of these new moments –
Wine sip paintings, owl and curlicue tree,
still a nightstand pair and my childhood bed with haint blue underneaths,
books and photographs
from absent presence days
Contrasting
true love
Common Threads 