CLOUD GODS
cloud gods got together this
morning
coated lapis on ceramic
skies
swooshed cotton contrail on
distant hills
and disappeared the streak
in pines
got sun to slant on
hopscotch puddles
holding fast to concrete
cracks
mirrors shimmying my steps
sun coaxed from hiding just
for me
who stationed birds on this
burly arc of oak
this arm that bends close to
my path
who posted birds on this
fountain by the fence
bubbling invitations to
swoop and bathe
who sprayed all these picket
fences white
fixed gates and put
geraniums by new posts
red flowers to tap me as I
pass
recalling I’m the widow down
the street
rain and record colds have
prisoned me
with books, keyboards,
calendars, clocks
but cloud gods popped genie
lamps today
to make this magical world
my gift
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Originally published in Dearest
Papa: A Memoir in Poems
(Golden Foothills Press, 2020).
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