On a windy day, I, cloud,
trees and grass are one and
heaven, earth and water;
blue of sky trimmed with
cloud white and drizzle grey,
sway of branches, swell of
waves and dresses, flight
of hats and litter down street,
astray, voices from mouths,
birds careering into beyond
and leaves’ mouths lisping
off tune in the brightly breeze
lifting, hues patched and
colours drifting; eyes’ lights
and hearts billowing upward.
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