these free shapers of sky and our thoughts
have landed to serve as an internal forum
for student affairs.
Knowing the secrets,
and having weighed the arguments,
they speak their mind and send the young,
chastened but buoyed,
on their way
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?