Touching Clouds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Touching Clouds



Coming down, touching now, tops of clouds.
Scraping our jet's belly quickly over them
gliding along currents of atmospheric
pressure
Quite unperturbed at the sight of our
descending destination.

Thursday, February 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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