What did the river
ever teach the clouds
about the death of trees?
What did the clouds know
before they disappeared
with the horizon?
What trees ever grew tall enough
to block the sun’s evaporating rays
blistering the distant mountains
and melting their shadows?
Which shadows crawled on their bellies
across a desert to drink light
from a hollow acorn?
© Richard Weaver
Richard Weaver lives in Baltimore City where he volunteers with the Maryland Book Bank, CityLit, the Baltimore Book Festival, acts as the Archivist-at-large for a Jesuit college, and is the official poet-in-residence at the James Joyce Irish Pub. Some other pubs: Aberration Labyrinth, Slant, FRIGG, Slush Pile, decomP, & Underfoot. He is the author of The Stars Undone (Duende Press).
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