The weather report: Clouded
judgments, with a chance
of rain tonight–
Down the bank, a diagonal
line of limbs wholly traverses
the blank sky, but
in reality the trees
are twenty feet apart
it’s illusion that they touch–
convincing, as distance
makes us two-dimensional,
hence post-card memories,
hence the flat aspect of doubt.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
You’re expressing something very profound here.
It casts–should I say it?–doubt on that whole idea that hindsight is 20/20. It may be, but it apparently has no depth perception. Brilliant.
As I re-read this I especially like the double-meaning of “it’s illusion that they touch”. That’s a gem there, C!
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Thanks, Jeff! To be perfectly honest, I didn’t even realize the double meaning until you mentioned it… a poet and didn’t even know it!
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