Andrea Watson

Issue #
October 3, 2017

Dream of the House of Clouds

after Cloud Rise by Betsie Miller-Kusz

Neighbors across the lane ask why
My house has grown this tall—
I tell them clouds live underneath it.

What is there to hide? Floorboards float
up and walls bleed cloud plaster, stair-
cases of clouds obscure the halo moon.

Now, clouds flow in through the night
window, take forms I know to be ghosts.

      sometimes they are eye of rain.
      wedding veil. rainbow serpent.
      white bell. newborn star. mirror
      painted with fog. camellias in
      a blue jug. swan’s throat just as
      it is bowed. immaculate shroud.

At dawn, in pods of cut-glass milkweed,
even the bees are buzzing honey clouds.

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