Book of Shapes
The cloud
that almost but doesn’t quite look like clip-art waves
a smear of titanium white, thin on blue canvas
your mother’s mercury thermometer.
The meager supper cloud.
The cloud
IT pulls along on a string. Eraser-shaped cloud. Cloud
of disintegrating book pages.
Water-labyrinth cloud. Lazy-river cloud.
The cloud
shaped like the lips of your first kiss
which taught color to the dirty city.… Read the rest