The Cumulus are accumulating
and like ladies dressed in white
they’re waiting,
I’m waiting too
and the storm is brewing.

Are you the hotshot, two tot rum
kind of guy, the one who never
watches clouds
the one who likes to be alone
the one who feels quite crowded
a gathering of three?

those cumuli are waiting
and they ain’t waiting for me.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.