God's Lover

By: pseudomuffin

As I stare at the naked tree

through the window from across the room,

I see the sky looks much like

the blackboard in front of me--

covered in chalk dust the color of soiled cotton.

Limbs and twigs bereft of their attire

seem so macabre

on this tranquil day

reaching towards the heavens

to scratch at the eyes of God.


It begins to rain.

GODSLOVE
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