“There will never be another one like you said...
the cloud to the cloud”
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Maya Angelou - Awaking in New York
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city drags itself awake on subway straps; and I, an alarm, awake as a rumor of war, lie stretching into dawn, unasked and unheeded.