Buffalo, NY
Clouds.
A pilot flies above the clouds
And often blindly through them
It is an odd perspective
For an ordinary human!
Here on solid ground I stand
Or drive on busy thoroughfares
Never knowing when a wondrous
Cloud may catch me unawares!
How to drive and watch the sky –
It may not be safely done
So I stop to take a picture
For posterity and fun!
People may pay little heed
To misty objects in the sky
Until one commands attention
Captivates the mind and eye
© Arlene McNair. 2009
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