Works just fine
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.
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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