The Cloud
Soft
Feathery
Molds and unfolds
Unfolds and fans
Slides in chiffon slices of light
Slow dances in tulled tiptoes
meditation in motion
shape shift~er. Sly
Shy bride trailing
trains of doubt
there , , , not . . . . there
turn again
Di……..vide
Undecided
dreamer
Dither
Dither
Dot . . .
d-d-d-is in te g r a t e . . . . .. …. . . .
Breathe—ballOOn wwwwind
Selvage your frayed edges
And melt like
cotton candy in a child’s mouth
“Goodbye, goodbye” it undulates in blankets
Au revoir
enfant ancien
You wave back
se rappeler,
Float in the direction of your dreams
Bow and bend
So as not to break
When there is no beauty left on earth
Look up!
