the stuffing of clouds

have popped out,

over-clung and ragged

dolls slung over space.

inanimate and sidelong

stares of stopped time,

exhibiting forgetfulness

too gone to lose.

explosions of pindrops

far off, and far into The Now.

similar to abandoning the

keenest mind like an unwanted

pet, tentatively trotting away.

looking back once and a while.