Saturday, April 12, 2014

Clouds

Clouds


The last time
I saw the place
where clouds
are formed
was from my
window.
Rich moisture
moving through
the saguaros,
touching them
from head
to toe. Once
I saw the place
where clouds are
formed in your
eyes, high
above the stars,
wet, damp,
tearful.
I had nothing
to say, no story
to tell, just a sad
hum.

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