From Priscilla Taylor:

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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