~ blue rain cloud
A girl stands in the graveyard all alone;
The rain is cold, the grass is brown, but still
She clears the earth of weeds and overgrown
Thin vines whose tendrils crawl and choke. The chill
Begins to penetrate her slender frame;
She pulls her coat in tight against the wind
And fades beyond the hill from which she came.
At home she sits and chatters with a friend
About the show she missed last week-the girl
Had found a boyfriend yet again. They know,
Of course, she'll end up with her friend-the world
Knows that. She looks outside, beyond the glow
Of light bulbs bright, to gravestones, cold and grey
From rain, and unknown graves she cleared that day.