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Cloudy with a Chance of Tacos


My text: Heavy rain and lunch here
Her text: Cloudy with a chance of tacos here

We texted on and off through lunch. Me at
work; she at home. Great line, my dear.

Shifts in the weather prompted more
texting, more emoticons, more expressions
of love as tidbits of electronic verbal intimacy.

Closer in text than in person these days.
Both of us are exhausted; taking a pounding
from life and anything else I can think of.

We are more than our texts! But she was
more clever and loving than we both knew.
It is cloudy with a chance of tacos.

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alslaff

Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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