Sunday, January 5, 2020

Photo Essay: Clouds



People are too busy; I prefer interacting with clouds.
They invite me to imagine
and they never interrupt.
Why must we build so many
roofs?







shattered like brittle cotton
on a blue roof.




someone is 
finger painting
up there.







the pleasant veil
is never an
interruption.









It's hard
to erase
a cloud.









Once upon a time
clouds
walked on the Earth.








clouds have
nothing
to reveal.








a bird and a jet
in the sky
at the same time.







too tender
to gather
and snow.

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