Morning in Mourning
The sky cries, morning in mourning.
I don't know if the sun will rise today –
it's so fickle in its changing, sometimes
showing itself, sometimes hiding behind
whispered clouds, changing stories,
ashamed of the day.
The coffee maker speaks
to me in huffing and puffing,
the satellite TV fades in and out,
the toaster blows some bread
out its top, this milk smells sour.
When I was a kid, my father would order
me around the corner to see if it was raining.
Dying too soon, he left me on some gray street
corner to unravel all this on my own.
David Colodney's poems have appeared or will appear in journals including St. Petersburg Review, South Carolina Review, The Chaffin Review, Shot Glass Journal, and Poetry South. David holds an MFA from Converse College, and he has been a staffer for The Miami Herald and The Tampa Tribune. He lives in Boynton Beach, Florida, where he serves as Associate Editor of South Florida Poetry Journal and emcees its bi-monthly poetry reading series.