After the rain, the wind died in front of him. It
flowed down
the river, upright. The turbulence showed the
grass its seat,
and even the book seemed greener
than the shoes on his feet.
He grabbed the sun on either side,
directed the clouds to turn left,
but the clouds landed, grey and deflated,
in a yellow plastic pail. He clenched
his teeth, looked [...]
later two uniforms step up mother
shakes me awake her stuttering hands
nervous butterflies my shoulders escorted to parked
cruiser in navy blue silence handcuffs