• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 06

Fantastic Clouds©

We argue over the colour of the skies
              pearly wonder.
We laugh, the answer unimportant as
we were as light at the dandelion seeds floating
with us, our dresses billowing in the windy waves.

I didn’t think that this would be possible
        so much fun and happiness.

I dance and twirl in movements impossible
with nameless strangers—our expressions similar: glee.

The breeze picks me up
to pollinate elsewhere, I think, feeling important.

I float, flitter, fly,
  float, flitter, fly,
  float, flitter, fly…

       away from others, a small memory intrudes.

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