Her Clouds

Pickets, cyclone, thicket, larch
capitulate to words unlatched,
loosed to brush a bleeding strap:
sunset cirrus clouds stretched tight
in watercolor worlds she writes.

 


For my daughter, Hana.


Feb. 2013


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