Before the hurricane winds,
small voices whirling in--
Day or night? It’s all right.
Whispered window observation:
It’s an orangey sky.
Orange sky in the morning--
a warning or your kiss?
Missives from kids & lovers,
reflecting on that same sky,
yours now to apply.
Kiss blown to you, claiming for me--
Just a broken lullaby, bye, bye love.
(Italicized lines are from the song "Bye, Bye Love" by Ric Ocasek/The Cars.)
