Mood
The
sunshine
Works
just fine
Doesn’t
need
Any
help.
This
light
Music
Your
kind
Words
Should
be
Saved
For
another
Day.
Simile
A
cloud is like an ambiguous remark.
It
hangs there, an amorphous horizon –
As
puffy, as unreliable –
With
a careless will of its own,
Tugs
this way, then turns itself,
Tumbles
aside, does designs
As
fabulous as Incas or anyone
Left
to his own delight.
Tenses
The past perfect, in hindsight
The continuous, present continuous
The future conditional, they say –
It’s simply that way.
J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His
recent poems have appeared in Thrush
Poetry Journal, Yellow Chair Review,
Third Wednesday, Shot Glass Journal, and Eye
on Life Magazine.
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