September 7, 2006
In
Cloud Poetry
From Priscilla Taylor:
Becoming Clouds
Conspiracy, soft around its edge
swiftswirl shapes
becoming clouds
little cotton continents sliding
sliding towards
each other
Soft docking, become one
infant smudge
detaches
swims into the blue-bellied sky
mothership of white whispers,
slides down South
© Priscilla Taylor
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