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Sunday, November 27, 2022

Clouds

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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