Friday, August 12, 2011

slow as a cloud


One day
she fell
in love with its
heft and speed.
Tough, lean,

fast as light
slow as a cloud.
It took care
of rain, short

noon, long dark.
It had rough kin;
did not stall.
With it, she said,
I may,

if I can,
sleep; since I must,
Some say,

"The Monosyllable," Josephine Jacobsen

[Chicago Avenue west of Damen Avenue]

About Me

Chicago, Illinois, United States