Possibly a poem for Thursday

When the moon sets and the sun is waiting to rise,
Look at the sky.
It will tell you story of lovers in love, cheaters in death,
Walkers in their heads,
Like that of V. Wolf.
Before the rain comes and after the winds built,
Look at the sky.
You will learn of picnics ruined and parties dismantled.
The yellow, both dark and light at once, will lead you to see them
Leaves floating in the breeze.
As it falls, great oceans of rain,
Look at the sky.
The one spontaneous child will show you how he spent his summer.
Swimming in a lake surrounded but liquid bullets that penetrated the surface,
Looking blotched underwater.