Clouds are always on my mind.
I look west in the early morning
and see the dark collection that expands
from the horizon,
demanding interest (which I freely give)
and inducing dread for the day's weather.
Nine times out of ten, however,
those ominous hulks are just a sham.
With the sun they divide, drift, disperse,
and become the sheep
that graze the blue sky
all day long.
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