Hour 1

My Friend, Rae

 

Dark cloud of death

hovers above her.

Hails misery.

Split! Splat!

Drops a brother.

Husband.

Almost a lover.

Another brother.

She moves on…moves on…moves on…

I want to rush in,

grab her tight,

roll us both to safety.

It doesn’t work that way.

I can’t control the weather,

only here with an umbrella.

 

Sue Storts

09/02/2023