Soon it will be
the day when time
swims out of its goldfish bowl.
A vampire
will hire a tree
and not even know it.
The grass will be golden
on Neptune, and a moon
will not return.
This ocean of hair
will keep rising,
and I’ll be watching
from a rooftop.
I’ll wait and watch,
smiling from ear to ear.
Cliff Saunders has an MFA in Creative Writing from The University of Arizona. His poems have appeared recently in Iodine Poetry Journal, Connecticut River Review, Vox Poetica, Quail Bell, and Gyroscope Review. He lives in Myrtle Beach, where he works as a freelance writer.