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Quiet Cloud; Slightly Sodden

That quiet cloud
became a bird

Yeah it did,
busted out
of its shell
all spread
eagle as hell

Remember?

Stormy
weather;
purpled
feathers

I haven’t
forgotten

It
came
with rain
in late autumn,
we didn’t care, no
problem, we’d worn
sandals in the grass,
listened to the rinse of
the forest, kissed and
curled up right there,
rolling in the dew,
slightly sodden
imprints of
your hand
on my
shirt…

And then, remember when its shape
was wounded by the wind, all tattered
and thinned, remember how saddened

we’d
been?

I do, that’s when I knew
my feelings for you
wouldn’t pass
like cloud
shaped

shadows

on the grass

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