To The Reader: Polaroids - Poem by Chase Twichell
Who are you, austere little cloud
drawn to this page, this sky in the dream
I'm having of meeting you here?
There should be a word that means "tiny sky."
Probably there is, in Japanese.
A verbal Polaroid of a Polaroid.
But you're the sky, not a cloud.
I'm the cloud. I gather and dissipate,
but you are always here.
Leave a message for me if you can.
Break a twig on the lilac, or toss
a few dried petals on the hood of my car.
May neither of us forsake the other.
The cloud persists in the darkness,
but the darkness does not persist.
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