Tuesday, April 24, 2018


The Man-Cloud
                                by Ralph Fletcher

In a buzzing morning meadow
when the sun was not yet high
I thought I saw a man-cloud
walking in the sky.

My brother saw it differently.
He told me with a laugh
that what I’d seen was actually
an ice-skating giraffe.

“Can’t you see the way he’s gliding?
With those long legs see him striding?
I distinctly see a tall giraffe
walking in the sky.”

I didn’t stop to disagree
or tell him he was wrong.
I saw a man-cloud walking,
and wished to go along. 

Monday, April 23, 2018

                        by Ralph Fletcher

The recipe
         for water is
the same as
         it’s always been:

two parts
one part

         that’s the rule
to make a water