As If

As if by magic, the skies above downtown Portland turned from gray to blue at a quarter past two this afternoon. We'd thank Mother Nature, but we know better. High pressure overtakes low pressure, and the clouds get swept away, allowing the sun to shine down on this marvelous day.

As if by magic, she expects her luck to change. She dreams of love as she blocks her heart from what her eyes see. She blames fate, but I know better. Much like the sun that tried to shine down on our fair city before the clouds gave way, a man's good intentions cannot be seen through her fears so gray.

I could be her sunny day.

But not today. Not until her weather patterns change.

As if.

::::: | Saturday, Jul 28 2007 at 2:16 PM
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helen said:

wow...this piece really struck me.

::::: | November 9, 2007 9:46 AM

(won't be published)


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