often   under her breath   phrases

clouds are sad   or   the clouds are sad

sometimes barely audible

other times in her native tongue

maybe we should elope   no   i mistake 

elope for hope   should for could   we for he

sometimes i hear the complacency of a sigh

or something deep in her throat

but more often it is the hum

 as she surveys the honeybees sipping clover's nectar

or scanning for cygnus above

and i think to myself   i don't know her

which makes me think of clouds   or is it 

that i see clouds as she sees them