Matthew Rohrer



CLOUD WALK 1


The blue and white sky
hangs behind the hemlocks
like a drape.

Tomorrow I go back
to the city.
I must fight to concentrate.

The sky is full of eyes.
Ferns are everywhere at once,
they are a blur of position and magnitude.

I lie on my back
among them thinking of sex,
of the positions and magnitude.



CLOUD WALK 2
CLOUD WALK 3

 

 


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