Anger’s cloud

 

cloudsrain

I’d like to say, “Your words hurt.”

Instead, I stroke our 4-footed companions.

.

I’d like to say, “Go away, I’m through talking to you.”

But you say it first.

.

I’d like to say, “You don’t have a monopoly on universal truth.”

It wouldn’t matter. 

.

Were you to wait for my lips

to form the words

We would be

103

.

I walk away,

whispering love

to innocents who

don’t deserve

anger’s

cloud.