T r e a d Softly... YOU MIGHT TRIP ON TEXT

Saturday, December 12, 2015

yesterday on the terrace as night fed small but sparkling stars,
a mighty cloud formation of lush lips parted in a sigh;
but even as i looked they transformed, mutated,
the upper lip became an eagle with spreading wings,
the lower, a struggling tiger clutched in its talons.
i watched in wonder, believing my eyes this time
only because, after the floods last week, i know

these clouds are capable of anything.

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