A Cloud Descended
A cloud descended into my scrubbed yard.
It felt like the inside
of a well-worn poly duvet,
except frosty like the freezer. I took a pair
of sewing shears to it, I wanted
to make a hole. Was there any chance
the cloud might take off again?
The neighbors asked. I didn't care.
This cloud was so different
from the vaporclouds we rudely airplane through.
It was flecked with black atmospheric bits
like vanilla bean ice cream.
I told myself it was here
to stay & climbed inside.
A cloud descended into my scrubbed yard.
It felt like the inside
of a well-worn poly duvet,
except frosty like the freezer. I took a pair
of sewing shears to it, I wanted
to make a hole. Was there any chance
the cloud might take off again?
The neighbors asked. I didn't care.
This cloud was so different
from the vaporclouds we rudely airplane through.
It was flecked with black atmospheric bits
like vanilla bean ice cream.
I told myself it was here
to stay & climbed inside.
2 comments:
I've enjoyed your napowrimo poems. I especially love this one!
I was going to say the exact same thing. This is great!
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