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?
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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