Wondering
Deep gray cluds like doorsteps supported
Between two large gray clouds
Or like fanstrokes by the artist
Who paints blank canvas proud
Such a blue sky behind suspended
Clouds like cotton balls hang
From imaginary silk string
Or mother's epic meringue
Now there is a tiny T-Rex
Running up those dark steps
I still wonder as a child how
How those clouds hanging kept?
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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