Stone Clouds

There are craftsmen
   who before the dawn
Cut the clouds from stone.
   Send them scudding
       across the sky.
Delicate filigree do they make
   from the roofs of great caverns.
We dream no more
   for the clouds are made of stone.

-1979

Sight of You

Your face
   I say it is the dawn breaking
     light shining across the earth.
But words will not carry
  will not show the form of a tree
     reaching to the light--
You standing
  in the window
     framed by the light.
Am I growing old?
Stones crumble
  the wind brushes your hair aside--
the touch of time.
You, looking for the sun
  discover clouds.

-1979

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