Emily Krauss Poet Free verse

Clouds

I stare 
Glaring 
Up high 
At the sky.

My eyes 
Flying 
Like birds 
See clouds
They’re not loud. 
 They remind me of smoke  
And our not made out of oak 

And in my mind 
Like pepper that grinds 
The thought that pops into my mind are 
Is It Nice In The Clouds? 

I let my mind wander 
And find
Myself dreaming about clouds that are pillows
I let my mind wander 
And find 
Myself wondering if clouds are actually cities in the sky 
I let my mind wander 
And find 
Myself dreaming that clouds are sheep 

And still 
Like a hill
The hurricane question in my mind 
To this day 
Continues to be 
Is it nice in the clouds?

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