Dragons Hidden in the Clouds
\nby
\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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Rafters and ceiling beams collect all the sounds.
\nThe day\u2019s undercarriage somehow bypasses
\nthe linguistic mind. In the morning mountains,<\/p>\n
monks cut the stream to the quick and step
\nout, turning into deer. No matter how hard it tries,
\nthe rabbit always draws the hawk\u2019s attention.<\/p>\n
Make the quick leap to escape the closing mind.
\nThe trees pantomiming \u201cgo that way,\u201d \u201cno that way,\u201d
\nare of little help, although stately.<\/p>\n
Inasmuch as the unadorned day comes to wake
\nthe garden\u2019s sleepy audience, it also sees
\nto the downward movement of the stars.<\/p>\n
The eye at the center of the door has closed. Let\u2019s talk
\nabout our failures\u2014crying, then laughing.
\nThere are dragons hidden in the clouds.<\/p>\n
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