"The poets eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and name."

- A Midsummer Night's Dream (V.i)

...there were bigger fish to fry
while, in a Russian Interstellar War
dropped a pick into the Taylor's
mouth and had to figure out
how to get it back, out
while trying not to laugh so hard

-cec

peek a patch of pale blue
in white and grey sky
while dark masses brood

this ceiling of billowing sheets
carry a Pacific burden of rain
a meandering muddy creek

rung out in obscure wet curtains
from where the hidden sun stews
paper covers rock, wind cursory scissors

search lighting sea gull two tones
poised on their soaring sojourn
slender sails, as colossus strides blown

-cec