Cloudland
Tara Deal

The thought of some body, the wait
for what else,
then, almost,
the yelp

of pleasure like rain
in San Diego

after a dry spell
when no one knows
how to drive
in this weather

and then the cut grass
glistens like ground glass once
some storm has passed.

And so it goes,
to a man.

© 2005 Tara Deal