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SPRING BREAK

The best clouds in the business

          are right above me

right now.

We’re riding in this teal convertible

          those clouds just dozing

          in about forty-nine different shapes

          white as clean paper,

          their edges like feathers against the blue sky,

blue as Dad’s eyes.

Dad drives, my sister’s in front

          I lay my head on Mom’s lap in the back.

          I lay my head on her lap as he drives

          this teal convertible that we rented special

just for these four days in Albuquerque.

In it, we are open to the whole world

          to the whole sky

          and I know right now

          I can see

          that these are

the best clouds in the business.

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