tales told in passing
i have been enamored
by clouds
of late thinking until now
how common in fact how rare
in the city
glimpsed from our apartment window
from the street between tall buildings
in parks
obscured by trees only now
at the vineyard golden hills
rolling
to the horizon do i see clouds floating free
telling ever-changing tales
in passing
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2018-06-28 at 04:50
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