Cloud Belliessuch a violet ritualsome bluer skiessome yellowing cracked sunabove a maddeningly greennever sleeping worldthe little sheep baa at the fastarriving rain cloudswith overhanging bellies if you hate being told to breathe just stand there quietlyamid the tumbling corn stalks andhay bales stacked in interlocking patternsPublished on The Laundry Line, August 19, 2025.
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May 3rd
May 3rdAlders ring the pasture, unfurl trembling new-green leaves above pink salmon berry flowers.I stand with my arms folded on the half door of the stall.At my back, stored hay that smells like last summer’s heat remembered. The sheep arrange themselves at the mangers. Everyone shoving except for the old ram whose stiff knees counsel …