These Poems                                             by David Michael Jackson We take the consequences, the fences, the cold truth, the cold rain of truth. The spring rains of shortly lived wisdom fool me every year and will again. These poems, these black raindrops on this page. on others. You find me in the night You ask for cloud poems and demons poems and you find me in the night, and leave me, silently, with a tiny click. Poof I'm gone! Poof my cloud poem dissipates. This poem, this poem is not a beacon, not a candle, not a window into our lives. It is, at best the shadow behind the apple, the red, red apple. to David's menu      These Poems copyright © 2010 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved Send private comments to author:  editors@artvilla.com Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com