It's Still Life

(Working/Draft Version) Above the Crust

They come in legions,
summer clouds.
They hide in the folds of
a thousand constellations,
then part. Set the sky to blue.
And those clouds ponder
heaven, scratch the sky
and swallow kites, but
below their heaven’s walk,
we chew at earth’s crust.
And limp.

 
written for Poetic Bloomings Day 9: “Summer Clouds“