Great Britain sulks across starlight
through the channel. Betelgeuse, blinking
 
orange, appears where ships have sunk
with Dover in sight. A North wind
 
drowns cicadas as Europe approaches.
I have work to do; banks need semicolons.
 
Later, the island will empty itself of rain
over the corn fields of Southern Indiana,
 
and punctuation shall be set free
to marauder down empty streets
 
making sentences from what’s left of night—
 
(First published in Blue Earth Review) 

Cloud Formations
By: Les Kay