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from sky cloud trail

julia doughty

…drum beats from the street

i haven’t forgotten, it returns
in a present moment,
the past isn’t, however, the living
thing it once was

a baby declines cheerios
prefers the touch of grass on fingers and legs

low-cut blouse tugged at
by her hand then french fry
popped into the mouth

destinations as planned
yet circumstance its own weave

palm trees that are brought in

music or peace
to be learned

for every bit of letter by letter
to go on as if there will be enough

formulas for success old & primitive

go on & your smile has cuteness

you never know
perhaps we will save the day

a calendar of gardens

geography returns to school
because of war

power points breaking down

small print for your eyes only

little ones, two puppies in the shopping cart,
and two, one each, in two women’s arms,
the mamma dog so anxious and
unable to reach her loved ones

blooms of this evening

a girl is what a woman’s called
once again

the made path undone and
made again

what’s forward

a building full of people falling
isn’t how the door
swings further toward
the whole world falling

count down of seconds
to midnight

my my you are lovely tonight

desdemona: perhaps i will never come home

you are the same as me
although your hands are busy
around your briefcase

sky cloud trail

one by one cars, a city stream

sweeping is simple can be done
any time anywhere

bubble surfacing what ants
and other insects would be here
what roots & ground of leaves
if not asphalt & cement

o love don’t go

for now just now even now
for awhile
stay

hummingbird perched on small twig

you were saying

and all the interruptions get received

still i know what you are saying

how i once saw a body as
what i was missing

sweet papaya
stiffening fingers

how a body is a story
to listen to but no longer own