At A Fifth Floor Window Poem by Diana van den Berg

At A Fifth Floor Window



They were just
sunlit virgin clouds
in a clean sky painted baby blue
viewed from a fifth floor window
of a dingy office building
in a sleepy hollow town,
but I wanted so
to touch them
gently
so they wouldn’t
take fright
or dent.

(30 September 2007)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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