shapes
come apart
everything we see
reminds us
of clouds
once
there was a tiny man
who rode dragonflies
but one day
he grew wheels
and never left the land again
I don’t want us
to be like the clouds
forever
drifting
apart
never touching
all the sky
between us
Brendan McBreen is a poet and artist from Western Washington. Cats, dreams, and bacon fill their time, along with wildflowers, unusual rocks and bad puns.
