October 20, 2007
I’ve never been able
to see the shapes in clouds.
Rather, white Rorschach-blots blend to the sight,
melting, blending, smudging,
and crying out for names.
With unfocused eyes,
white pear-tree blossoms become nebular,
fading with the white clouds
and the white light
into a cobalt sky.

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