Robin York © 2007 All Rights Reserved
On a Cloud Floating By
I’m on a cloud floating by and I’ve gone mad but madness flows away in a tall shining work of Art and I’m standing in front of a fountain and the world’s ringing down through me and there are no fields of migrants mixing hair and bone into concrete. Trucks lined up and ready. Cups of cold coffee, a Rolex and a crucifix. A girl on a payphone begging.
Ron Klassnik was born in South Africa, lived most of his life in the U.S. and now is happy in Mexico with his wife, dog, and parrots. Poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in the Mississippi Review, Sentence, caesura, Sleepingfish, No Tell Motel, MiPoesias, Pilot Poetry and others.
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