Poems About Clouds
Fluffy, cotton balls rolling by aimlessly.
The Chaise Lounges of gods and
trampolines of naughty sky spirits.
inanimate, yet immortal,
they speak to watchers in found, familiar shapes.
The age-old story of the sun-side sky.
Dank, vaguely translucent droplets colliding in quiet chaos.
Virtually weightless cradles no weight and
no rebound, just earth bound for the weighted.
They dissipate in forceful collapse
with no thoughtful intent or utterance.
The book, long been written but always worth rereading.
By DB (07/15/2011)