Cloudless skies
By Sioban Timmer
I lift a hand up to my eyes
While scuffing shoes and shooing flies
Watching the heat cloud wave and rise
As I journey under cloudless skies
The path is long to our home gate
The only traffic, trucks and freight
Frustrating if the mail is late
Meaning yet another day to wait
But not today, I have no fear
I sense it as I’m drawing near
That in that box, with address clear
Today I know, my book is here
Unwrapping it, the cover cold
Embossed with letters nice and bold
What tales are waiting to be told?
What new adventures will unfold?
I lift my hand up to my eyes
Now flying feet and fleeing flies
Watching the heat cloud wave and rise
As I journey under cloudless skies.
- Submitted in response to Words+Pictures #4
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