August’s Dust

you seem to be patient with me
and mostly kind
the days linger and hands move slowly
from dawns light tick tocking till dusk
august’s dust never formed
and pulled by tides
or man
the rains fell and washed
all our spring sins away
hands washed clean
rinsed thoroughly with downpours
and tarnished clouds
held still by thunder
or is it your hands held the thunder
and then the rains came
I notice your hands
and the clock face
as it tick tocks to autumn’s storms
and mostly kind