The blues

Blue balloons

Drift to hide,

Covered up in

A blue sky,


Burning under glaze,

Brush strokes

On a vase.


Cloud Type

Over a sunken canoe

pass cumulus clouds


Hastening winds

chase their shadows

up the hills


So many meanings

in and out of sunlight


A pair of swallows

tear up

the sky


You’re in the water

While I’m standing on the shore

Why do I feel your voice

Taking in my air.

I’d put you in a frame

But you flicker as the light fades

Falling away, like rain.