Monday, November 1, 2010

That Lone Cloud

The sky is lit
a pure blue spectrum
from high noon east to west
to a grey, jagged skyline
where a lone cloud hangs above it.

It's a foreigner to these parts
having traveled across the globe.
Now, it communicates itself here
to tell us of such beautiful presence
and not a single raincloud draws near.

Even though it's community
expresses itself as a hurricane
the lone cloud forebodes
Even though nations go to war
a poet writes of

A gust quickly sweeps away
the cloud from the atmosphere.
It disappears.
Later, a smudge of sky
and the cloud is one again
everywhere else.

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