— poem — cloud corridor —

The cloud corridor today is west to east
from the horizon upward at an angle of 25°
mostly single, like puffs of smoke, but occasionally doubles

Straight ahead, several miles away
a low-lying wall of slightly darker cloud
sits stationary, visible above the trees

The sun, over to my right, will set in a few hours
It catches the corner of my eye
My lashes go prismatic

I can only guess at her age
but from her stoop and limp
she must be in pain

Lovely day today, she says –
I wonder if she’s seen the happy buddha
in my tummy

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