Cumulus
i can
lay back
on the grass
or sit on my as
s still looking at
cloud
formations that
mentally translate
into shapes that i want
to make into positively happy
things beautifully floating
in my lying imagination
looking out this plane's
windows on a different
plain for i am above
looking down upon
them now slowly
going down among
them becoming
one with them
finally being below
them and landing
now standing
staring straight
a cloud is coming
towards me but
i need not make
a shape that i
want to see
for she is
already
shapely
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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