Oct 112014

by Joshua Hall



Do not sweep the sky

or let sunshine cauterize its décor;

some things

are not improved by



Me gustan the clouds

as they are – jumbles

of shredded cotton.


Me gustan las estrellas

with their whimsical chaos

and scent-free beauty.


Do not brush them away

with brooms of wind

or allow for weights of

tiny liquid marbles

until they fall.


That would leave only emptiness,

like glass, stagnant water, words.


Alguna cosas

are not improved

by cleaning.