Late Afternoon, Monday in July by Amanda Conloguethe sky pregnant, past
its due date, miserably
waiting to break
to dialate wide open
and deliver
hard, needling rain
and I can sympathize
standing beneath her
miserable, beading sweat
collecting humidity on my skin
I'm waiting too
my face tilts towards her
hoping for some sign
some breeze to cool me
I lick my lips
liquid salt and sigh
I can hear her grumble
I count breaths
til her next big moan
and know, its close
and I wait
listening, breathing
the sound of my working lungs
echoes in my ears
then it comes, pin pricks
on my open face
my closed eyes
numbing and wet
I spread my arms wide
palms open skyward
my call of welcoming 07/26/2004 Posted on 07/26/2004 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
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