by Nancy Snipper
There's a cloud up there
and it's awfully grey.
Puffy
circles frown in dismay.
Drift, drift
through another day,
Along with others
who have nothing to say.
Float, float
Every which way.
Let the tempest come
And lightning flash.
Strike it quick,
And lightning flash.
Strike it quick,
Nothing lasts.
Parts
Fall away
And drown
In space.
Lo! There's another one
waiting
To take its place.
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