the sky is filled with scones

The Bouncing Czechs (not sure if this is different from the Nebraska band whose records we have--).

these clouds will be named
& forgotten as they pass
into other shapes of clouds

i worry now for names
i cannot see for gray
i grope among lost names
of what's now otherwise

i tell you like i know
i march along in step
with pretending it's the same
as words like clouds dissolve

A space of their own.