Friday, June 24, 2022


It's those faintest,
particularly gauzy 
clouds of early morning—

seeming to swath 
last night's 
dreams, still raw,

and steer them out 
beyond the veil 
of recollection—

which imbue 
the drowsy onlooker 
with the quaintest pretension 

that the sky 
which would deign
to dangle at his window 

is the same 
as the one which extends 
to forever;

and that he's never been 
more certain 
of its clean, untroubled color—

and yet, 
less sure 
of the word for it.