by Kenneth L Clark
Nobody ask me the color of forgetting—
what paste unsticks from the sepia mind
which knows what's good and does so,
and does the same with the bad.
No one remember to check the invisible pens
of regret for ink—we prefer the Oregon winds
to record their own in & out, up & down
and over the rebar. Let the clouds come
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Kenneth L Clark writes verse and fiction. His work has appeared in Equinox, Tabula Rasa, The Story Garden, and online journals that have disappeared. He resides in the southeastern United States and travels north for shoofly pie.