I saw two lawn chairs facing a fallow field under an angry sky…

They like to watch the weather

More than forty years, 

side by side under a changing sky

cyan turning gray

they watched storms from folding chairs 

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I was happy

I was bouncing off the stars 

but none of this was mine

Everything would wash away

like sunshine does each day

I'd sit down to cry

just counting passing cars

Prop me in a lawn chair

you can walk away

a heavy heart will keep me there

to wait another day

I knew the joy would blow away

I stared at the sky

its staggered moon a-waning

tired from the strain

tired, and so am i

prop me against the sky

where i might blow away

or drag around a heavy heart

that might rise again one day