Grasses here plume
for no reason.
Tablecloth waves
spread dead leaves
& charcoal. We struggle
on dunes & taste
air salt. I wanted
to ask what spirit
desires of us,
but I am seemingly
suspended in midair,
while clouds move
left to right.
Bare-chested men
& women in bikinis
shiver. Children,
face up in sand, lie
stunned. The hillside,
buff & white,
is an illusion:
its roots exposed.
At sunset, clouds
move left to right—
they just left.
Jan Wiezorek writes and paints in southwestern Michigan. The London Magazine, Abstract Magazine, Minetta Review, and The Orchards Poetry Journal, among others, have published his poems. He taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and wrote the ebook Awesome Art Projects That Spark Super Writing (Scholastic, 2011).
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