Melbourne Australia
Fair weather
Like spoilt poodles they spring around
Billowing together with their preened puffs atop their bouncy base
I long to hop around on their marshmallow nothingness
Textured wisps tickling my fingers as I roll in their heavy belly’s
And often have I held up traffic gazing through my windscreen at their shapely faces
© Rochelle Bree-Indiana Downing April 17th 2008
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More Cloud Poetry
From Rochelle Bree-Indiana Downing.
From Rochelle Bree-Indiana Downing.
From Year 4 at Longfields Primary School, Bicester, UK













