—COUPLES HAVE TO TALK, THEY SAY

 

 

Nimbus

 

I’ve been thinking

about the exit ramp

that day it rained z’s

and the glass clouded

and how the clouds

outside were the

most gorgeous clouds

I’d ever seen

though I hardly saw them

at the time

and didn’t even remember

them until now

Isn’t it funny how

nothing really matters

when it doesn’t

when the moment’s

close to perfect

and some kind of sacred

It takes turmoil and damage

to see the clouds

the way they actually are—

full of themselves

regrettably out of reach

and ever so slowly

gliding farther

and farther away