Hillside

WE UNDERESTIMATE DAMAGE

DONE TO THE SKY

WHEN WE ALLOW WORDS

TO SLIP AWAY INTO THE CLOUDS.

I REMEMBER MAKING PROMISES

TO YOU OUTSIDE.

WE WERE WATCHING FLOWERS

THAT HADN’T OPENED.

A BEE DARTED, CAREFUL

NOT TO STICK TO

YOUR HALF-SHUT MOUTH.

-V.Mortensen (1994)