don’t know why

I like to look up at the sky

when clouds are passing by.



I see the wind

molding the clouds into various shapes

that catch my eye

and some of them I recognize

as things on earth

and others, even with imagination

cannot be fathomed.




I watch as if it were a parade –

sometimes going east or west -­

or north or south.



But the shapes move fast

and do not last —

do not seem to linger

as I do when

I look up at the sky

at clouds passing by.

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