Looking out the window into an Arizona sky,
clouds piled high like puffy mountains.
Outlines of each are white, like chalk,
tracing their edges.
Within are gray silhouettes being held
together by the white outlines of chalk.
An amazing picture not often seen, looking
from afar, they appear to be shadows with-
in white chalked lines.
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