Family History by Kenton K. Yee

In my teens, we moved to the sky. My mother

turned to clouds; my father, to rotor blades.

I turned to the moon.

The blades razed the clouds day and night. The

clouds affixed lightning to the fray.

How blue! So cheesy! Oo! Oo!

Then the blades slowed and crashed.

It rained for days.

Smartphones became the rage among clouds.

The moon, too. Those were the days.

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An Iowa Summer Poetry Workshop and Key West Literary Seminar alumnus, Kenton K. Yee recently placed poetry in The Indianapolis Review, The Threepenny Review, Hollins Critic, Plume Poetry, Prembroke Magazine, and Summerset Review, among others. Kenton writes from northern California.