(Forgive us
We are writing poems every day
Sometimes the only thing that has changed is the
weather)
We are making our
own clouds today
clumpy little
bundles
water vapour
we're letting it off
humans are ninety
percent humid
after all
we are stumping
around harrumphing
we are dragging them
with us
bad tempered
balloons
making clouds
out of our own steam
getting there
under them
it's best to keep
yourself to yourself
on days like these
don't get your
tethers in a tangle
god help that
congregation
just above the hills
they've all joined
up
they're sweating up
a storm
it'll be chucking it
down round that way
We're making our own
clouds today
It's the heat I
expect
Not the worse for being daily. Smiled readings this piem.
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