Clouds


Clouds convey intention when
     Arranged as if on purpose.

Two rows of giants came together
     Over the heights of the distant hills.

They grew immense as they leaned down
     To meet the upthrust peak.

Everything formed a wide-angle view
     Of prominence and parade—

The clouds, the sky, the sweep of the land.

     Like any moment, good
     Or bad, it slipped away,
     But not before I took it in.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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