For the sky, from The Right Madness on Skye. Each day, the world is a completely different world, changed, as it is every day, by the people who are lost that day and by those who are born; the sky, in its never-exactly-the-sameness, teaches and reteaches this. Its singular fingerprint lives its whole swirling life in a day.

from The Clouds of Uig / by Richard Hugo

They never slow down and they never run out.
When one sky leaves, taking with it the rain
that couldn’t make anyone wet or leave grass
dry very long, another sky follows close behind

For a favorite poet and sweets, from Poetry Magazine, November 1981. Yes, this is the year I graduated from high school. And, prose poems, from a fellow Ohioan? Yes, again!

from Against Surrealism / by James Wright

In France, all the way down south in Avallon, people like to eat cake. The local bakers there spin up a little flour and chocolate into the shape of a penguin.

PIA: from August 16, 2014.

One of my favorites for teachers, from Poetry 180. When a student asks if s/he missed anything when s/he was absent, you might consider referring the student (4th-12th grade+) to this poem. Full poem here:
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/013.html

from Did I Miss Anything? / by Tom Wayman b. 1945

Nothing. When you are not present
how could something significant occur?

PIA: from August 21, 2015.

For river paths and daughters, from poets.org’s Poem-A-Day today.

from Daughter / by Jon Pineda

all the way to the broken edge
that overlooks the bend,
& hold hands until

we can no longer tell
where the river ends