Watch as the clouds kiss the blue
sky round and round.
They fall and they rise and they
swing but also surprise
As they weave through the mesh of
the grayness that will
Foretell the fall of a hot heavy
shower from its throat.
The downpour ends with the signs
to ruin rocks, softly saying like
The whisper and the whimsy of the
wise men of the age.
They whisper of cool hope like
the sharp curving of a polynomial
Or the yell of a teacher with her
lecture of “IMPORTANCE”
Watch the mud dry and thicken
through time and toughening.
Watch as bruised egos say “I will
recover” but only frogs croak
And the dogs bruise ears with
incessant sharp shrills and shrieking
But they all watch the clouds
kiss the blue sky round and round.
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