The Clouds
the clouds
of sausage and kidney shapes
and little shapes of Arp
float past me
in the sky of turquoise blue
in shades of white
pink and grey
they move
as the cadmium yellow sun
shines through
and taps me on my head and nose
and brightens up
my soul
as the energy glows from the top of my head
to the tippy tip tip of my toes
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2013
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