A Silky Cloud
taunting, teasing...
oh silky cloud of tan and blue
in the desert southwest
there is a name given to you.
virga, why do you hold our hearts on a string?
dancing in the sky with dust devils,
haboobs and fingers of lightning.
like someone else I know...
your scant offerings of moisture are reserved,
barren, and mute.
instead of honoring your promises
you make us do a raindance up on signal butte.
why, with our tender emotions,
do you tempt and flirt?
virga, our silky cloud that only rains dirt.
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