Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Par Avion

by M.J. Iuppa

Over the lake this morning, clouds
appear dinghy white, like a blanket
slipping off the foot of an unmade
bed without a shhh—
                         Still, clouds thicken—
rolling folds drop to the horizon’s
blue mail slot that’s waiting for
an envelope addressed to you.


1 comment:

  1. Thank you again, MJ, for your beautiful view of the world.

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