behind the mirror a rain-cloud ruling the sleep story was truly airborne and that we shall weep for the very gifts we now regift
Tag Archives: cloud
tea cooling I try to connect two letters to my enemy’s cloud
but you could have guessed as much from the grasping fingers crushed for a chance to splash in dirty puddles while children learn fresh insults for a cloud that never brings rain
a sliver of purple cloud follows Quixote’s laugh shivering
On Dry Land
The problem in rolling
out over the ocean
on a day like you might
ache for just a single
sheep of traveling cloud
only a few blinks
and the wind you are
worse off now without
taste birds circle
maybe
later that one friendly
star and now paddle
with meaning maybe
you were going
the bright way all along
clouds cling
to the mountain
stories you try to forget
long lines of cloud as though I could erase the love letter
summer afternoon
the cloud saga
just begun
what is still allowed among the soft curves of cloud
other animals 