Today’s cloud is a rainbow
Dark blue
Light blue
Orange
Pink
With white
Outlines

Some clouds are Pentecostal fury
Orange cotton burning
With daylight’s rage
Swirling and smoking
Working themselves
Up into a storm of retribution

The clouds descend
Bluish grey beasts
Swallowing
The skies
Consuming
All things in sight
Leaving nothing
But a lone tree
To stand against
The rain and sleet

The smell of coffee and black sharpie fill your senses
Dragging yourself out of bed, you wrap the sheet around your naked body
Your head hurts more with every movement, every thought.

The sticky note on the door
written in small, squished, boy-like writing
"I never promised you forever."

Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music.

Even on the smallest islands,
they are tilling the fields,
skylarks singing.

Visiting the graves,
the old dog
leads the way.

Not very anxious
to bloom,
my plum tree.

What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.

In spring rain
a pretty girl
    yawning.