The Cloud Herder
Feb. 14th, 2023 10:54 amHe had a place up in the hills
A yard full of jalopies, some
He called 'classics'
Others he just turned into chicken coops
There was always a bucket of ice
At the back door for beer
I would come in
Pick out two cans, find him
And we would talk til
Sometime before cock crow
When he would go to the porch and I watched
Him whistle up the wind, clouds at his feet
All different sizes, thunderheads,
Wisps, mallows, bones across the sky
He'd wrap one around me like it was a coat,
Tell it to bring me home safe and sound
And I would wake in a meadow after dawn
His name a fading echo in my head.
A yard full of jalopies, some
He called 'classics'
Others he just turned into chicken coops
There was always a bucket of ice
At the back door for beer
I would come in
Pick out two cans, find him
And we would talk til
Sometime before cock crow
When he would go to the porch and I watched
Him whistle up the wind, clouds at his feet
All different sizes, thunderheads,
Wisps, mallows, bones across the sky
He'd wrap one around me like it was a coat,
Tell it to bring me home safe and sound
And I would wake in a meadow after dawn
His name a fading echo in my head.