jeffrey robin
Aug 19, 2011

the one white cloud

i see her there in the thrift store loading bins

the young boy is corpse now in the sovereignty
of foreign soil

the high bird song floats high

as the garbage truck lingers
on the gangland corner

the one white cloud

and i

we are so very afraid

afraid to tell her of our love

we are so very
very afraid
to love her
so we say we are afraid to tell her
of our love

she floats with the birds
and the one cloud

we see time pass by and cry

time pass by


and the young corpse
on foreign soil

passing by

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