people walk away.
clouds at least might stay
if it weren't for the wind
or the fact they must dissolve
into snow or rain
into remnants of themselves
though often we have seen them massed
like billows on a sea of dreams
above pedestrian horizons.
people walk away. or else they fade
having something better to do that day
or only their nothing at all.
but clouds would stay
if not for the squalls
if not for the whisper of a breeze
in the rose scented air
take comfort then
in these. and don't despair
my clouds of language.
mary angela douglas 15 january 2023
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