Clouds

Some days slowly sauntering by

Some days deliberately drifting by

Some days rapidly racing by

 

Sometimes fluffy and puffy

Sometimes wispy and delicate

Sometimes angry and black

 

Wispy clouds flowing by like a parade

As if angels are trying out their wings

Fluffy and puffy, gingerly changing

As if telling a story

Angry and black raging fast and furious

As if a crowd on a rampage

 

 

Laurel Lindberg, June 13, 1997

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