Friday 17 February 2012

JUNE CLOUDS FROM A DECKCHAIR

a wish
falls
from the slipstream of a dove –

and
the
sun bleaches this vision blue.

clouds like mountains are chess pieces
on planed flat bases.
slowly
steadily
they move forward.

they degrade on a mighty journey.

patched with grey like engines
they're
brilliant.

they
travel
slower than a plane 
on a breeze 
that touches 
the ground.

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