A Little More

The clouds are strange, like someone striped the sky
Perhaps on account of the fallen leaves.
The day’s too lovely to leave it plain –
A little more thrilling with the threat of rain.

All of my sisters are passing me by
In ones and twos and twos and threes.
Some of them ask the same questions of me
Softly, finally, eventually.

Turned leaves tear loose on hurricane fly
To follow the aeroplane over the seas –
Glass, Steel – Release a long held breath
A little more thrilling with the threat of death.

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