ever wish your mind
could be as the clear as
the morning sky no thoughts
or only those puffy white
ones floating through
that desire comes from
a dark cloud which appears
the shadow of something terrible
ready to rain and ruin
as the kids run to their rooms
except it passes quickly
when it’s partly cloudy again
they come out one at a time
mingle in the hallway
then walk in a larger group
and head to the living room
they being our other kids
of course - our feelings
who move to the front door
and wait for us to tell them
when it’s safe
to run outside and play
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