“You can’t separate the disaster from the star.” —Jorie Graham
White-stacked clouds
pull shades of wind
from green swaying trees.
You wanted to know,
how long does the affect of birdsong last?
Now thoughts evaporate inside my head.
It’s ok. I can embody
unwritten memory.
I painted a sky empty of clouds
to abstract its brevity.
The horizon arrived
at a moving blue-gray ocean.
Almost like the minute we were born
when Saturn squared exact
to an early June Scorpio moon.
Remember: summer and its want for neglect is to be expected.
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