Eaux Claires poems

6/16/17
Cottonwood
seeds
float
as if the clouds
drifted free
to join
the music

The quickening

movement

of the clouds

a marimba

glissando

across the sky

6/17/17

Water

knows

no path

but

this path

of its own

making

Calm clouds
reach
ghostly hands
to angry clouds
conspiring