THE CREATION
Dark Rough Cut Raw
A vivid dusk poem imagining clouds as God’s passing breath.
Read the written poem
Dark Rough Cut Raw
As the day
dips
draws into night,
Great God Almighty
blows smoke rings
across the nephelosphere:
Old Rubbed Red
Grey Smoke Stack
and
Dark Rough Cut Raw.
For an eternal fleeting moment
they skeet across the sky
and then God coughs.