Crystal River by the old Movie Gallery (SE 3rd Street)
A cloud shaped like a cow skull
with the moon blowing out its eye.
A window half open and a woman
Shooed away to some other lost gutter,
where trash and spiders meet
to capture lost lovers.
I build myself a new fire.
A question now comes to mind:
A search inside, wandering,
looking up to the sky.
See a cloud shaped like a lover,
with the sun blowing out her eye.