Cloud Watching Poem by Fae Sebastian
Cloud Watching
</>Pale blue beneath paler white
Shifting, morphing, my eyes close
The wind blows, my eyes flash open
It’s gone, but there is another
This one, a different routine
It seems nearly solid
Its shape stays the same
Until a large gust blows by
Forcing it to change
And I stare, wide-eyed
Through the leaves of a tree
And spend a day at rest
Merely watching the clouds.
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