A six-foot cloud has stolen my sun.
Such a cloud shouldn’t last too long,
but miraculously does, being
a string of clouds
lined up with the wind.
Who’d stretch a cloud a mile
to wreck up all my sky?
A six-foot cloud has stolen my sun.
Such a cloud shouldn’t last too long,
but miraculously does, being
a string of clouds
lined up with the wind.
Who’d stretch a cloud a mile
to wreck up all my sky?

Raptor
pure receptor
embarassed to pick up
every signal sent on this train,
every feeling felt,
the doubtful wavering
of the woman wondering
if her hair is right,
the dull plodding of the multitude
swiping, swiping,
the man sugaring on ahead
to his visit with the family,
and yes, the girl in red,
her mother worried.
She doesn’t want her to worry.



The ocean is
massive, asleep
at the edge,
but tilt it
and you’ll know,
tilt it and you’ll know


