Aug 2012
Clouds shaped like fish bones
Seem to streak
From
One peak
To another,
But they hover,
Slowly dissolving.
When we next pass,
They are but fragments,
Unrecognizable,
Except,
In our thoughts.
Seem to streak
From
One peak
To another,
But they hover,
Slowly dissolving.
When we next pass,
They are but fragments,
Unrecognizable,
Except,
In our thoughts.
