Andrew Sean H

On A Cloudless Day Even - Poem by Andrew Sean H

Looking up at a low
drifting cloud

A form begins to take shape
that I now cannot see otherwise

A familiarity
from within myself
There now
upon something else

Truly there are infinite possibilities
when my fat crane cloud
to another could be
distinctly the shape of a bending elm tree

Which often is the case for I amongst others
And for those amongst me

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012

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