in the middle of the day
cloud shadow covers the doorway
for a moment I thought it was you there
and believed the impossible
and every time I see a tree torn
I feel so endlessly sad
and they amaze me all the time
when I look at them grow tall and wide
and when I hear the crow cawing
I feel like singing with him
and the clouds, the mighty clouds,
belying gravity, they run through the heavy sky
Saturday, August 13, 2016
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