perhaps no vision is meant to last…

After the storm

After the storm

I was looking for some writing paper
when she handed me a jar of vapor
stared as I might it made no sense
she jumped my dream – caught on the fence
said, ‘hey now mister, don’t you cry
momma made your favorite pie’
my ship was sinking just not fast
perhaps no vision is meant to last…
(Copyright 06-14-15)

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