Is it a sign of
the times?
Dark clouds accumulate
and drape themselves over the sky.
A cool breeze breaks the grasp
of humidity at the peak of day,
but children hide.
Is it a sign of
the times?
Silence speaks to me
of restless simmer,
the reflection of a parking lot,
and children’s beleaguered play.
I take in a strangled breath
of what is at hand,
foretelling convections
of the storm I know will come.
—Mike Bayles
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