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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