Up Here, All Things Float
We know what makes
a balloon float,
clouds without string too.
After all, we built magic
After all, we built magic
up there, if just to redeem
prayer.
All things ascend somewhere.
So much so,
the dark vault of sky
impossibly sags
clouds buckle like
riveted steel beams with cracked
seams, impossibly so.
For now the patched stitches
won’t sieve, though a few
believe it’s only a matter of time.
Dan A. Cardoza
Dan has a MS Degree in Education from UC, Sacramento, Calif. He is the author of four poetry Chapbooks, and a new book of fiction, Second Stories. His has work in 101 Words, Adelaide, California Quarterly, Chaleur, Cleaver, Confluence, UK, Dissections, Door=Jar, Drabble, Entropy, Esthetic Apostle, Fiction Pool, Foxglove, Frogmore, UK, High Shelf Press, New Flash Fiction Review, Rue Scribe, Runcible Spoon, Skylight 47, Spelk, Spillwords, Riggwelter, Stray Branch, Urban Arts, Zen Space, Tulpa and Zeroflash.
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