Concrete Cloud Creation

the sky is orange and blue and steam rising
geometric tops slice the tapestry
slowly, slowly
and above all, the place where all is down

if silence holds more meaning than good timing
why, anyone could build the trees
blowing, blowing
and after all, the violent meeting drowns

gosh she moves in all the wrong squares
holding and drifting by
must admire how little she cares
catching another’s eye


Finished: 5:13 p.m., Thursday, January 13th, 2011.

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