Denise Levertov: Clouds
as if death had lit a pale light
in your flesh, your flesh
was cold to my touch, or not cold
but cool, cooling
January 15, 2021 · 2 Comments
Doug Anderson: Clouds
The clouds are in a hurry going east, iron tinged against a cobalt sky. They’ve kept their secret from me and I feel rooted like a stump and missing out. … Continue reading
January 8, 2016 · Leave a comment
