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Cloud Watching

Posted on Sep 14, 2016 in Poems

Cloud Watching

I’d presumed I was vertical till a Cumulonimbus cloud
unbowed, bleached into vision: a squall line fuelled by

vigorous convective updrafts – fifty knots excessive – I was
then horizontal, grass-laid, quite lucky. Vaporous hands with

thick white thumbs smoothed my eyebrows, softened the billion
blades that supported me, I sank beneath an approaching
Stratocumulus; weak, I let it roll over me.

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