CHILL GREY CLOUDS MORNING BARELY
chill grey clouds morning barely
nine and the town in jacketssidewalks scatter ways to work
breakfast restaurants shelter foodcoffee steams for a moment
and then it's goneto melt the springtime sun
or it would if only clouds
might pass awayfrom chilly coast town
where even stoplights shiver
waiting for unborn summerand its kiss to come
tomorrow not today
TJ Poemas
Gringo