YOU DANGLE CLOUDS OF COTTON WOOL

you dangle clouds of cotton wool before me
held only by cotton thread that could move
anytime at all blown in a slight or high wind

another fascination under a blue sky
that is just as real as can be with
perfect determination – you have the bottle

several bottles set up as if in a bowling alley
where you will smash their glass to keep a score
of how much milk is actually spilled

this is normally the intention with everyday
a variation on a similar theme
the intensity in a blue sky is greater after noon