Friday, October 23, 2009

137 : Rebecca Bridge

We Chose a City

We needed a place where we could be we again and we wisely chose this city. 
Even when it's raining here, we do not get wet.  The sky wraps tight around us
like a woolly gray blanket.  You hug me and the clouds hug the both of us lovingly.
Yet then we must be wary of smothering.