Thursday, May 7, 2015

Fat Fluffy Clouds

Fat fluffy clouds
Glide below me
Peacefully as I drift
In and out of
28,000 feet dreams

The sun plays painter
With her playful prose
Casting strokes
Pale pink and opaque orange
Only her paintbrush knows

The horizon lies empty
So close I could touch it
With a burst of flying companions
Who temporarily surprise
breaking the evenness of this cloudy canvass

Where are they headed
I imagine

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