Parrots, steam trains, teapots—
terriers, Lincoln’s profile, Corvettes.
I watch them afloat in summer skies,
fleeting fragments of wonder.
One form consumes another—
cinematic streams, planetary
moods, portals where within
and beyond meet a vanishing point.
Islands in azure—
I climb these ragged glaciers
of heaven, finding in condensed vapor
a gauzy reality, dreams.
