By Claire Brown Bower......NighMeadow@aol.com
Date: 30 June 2000

Wet With Goodbye

The carriageman's cloak,
flying over the backboard,
whips wild in the wet of the wind

And I, sir, and you,
cannot help but draw closer
'gainst the chill of the darkening bend

Our shoulders together
As thunder cracks hard and
crawls slow 'cross the grey, lowering sky

This night we move over
This moist layered land
under trees laden wet with goodbye

For our journey has brought us
once again to part ways
and to station, to station we fly

Through the heavy green hills
soaked and soiled, rock to earth,
'long roadside and on toward shore

It is heaviest here,
in my heart, dearest one
and for you I will long, evermore

                             ~ Claire Brown Bower