Fallow 327

The sun is setting
Just a hint of pink in blue
As white gray clouds turn

The work continues
Like seasoning to the dish
That is violet rain

The storm's hue has changed
But another weathers it
Under same tin roof

Are we not all guests
In some way, in some domain
When the river's crossed?

So town keeps floating
Beached on bank from time to time
Like a river runs

In it I still wait
Is pining perpetual?
Have any the strength?

I ask crowd again
"What are you so in love with?"
Or more clearly "Who?"

Weekend approaches
A train horn is heard outside
Each (~all) a thought of you

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