Sky, blue, unsmudged by cloud
Mountains, dimensionless and dry
Dirty windscreen frames a 70s Western,
Disbelief suspended.
Forgotten, the trick of
Conjuring mountains and sky,
Allowing a slack mind to misconstrue smoke as mist,
To frame erasures as artistic gestures.
Endless smoke
Disappeared like dry ice in a magician’s show.
Can I bear to remember?
Rogue Garden 