Poetry
View of the Domain Saint-Joseph (Cézanne)
have you nothing to say to the sky?
or cry as a steadfast
bird loses its feathers on
the grounds that
this is not really
a mountain it is the
eye of a majestic subtlety
proud
unfaltering
my hat is taken
by the thieving wind
and a dim storm
shows the corner of its mouth
there is a blue forgetfulness
to be found and
painted a quieter color