I want to be a cloud




Sweet clouds

Are born above my head

Not dark

Like a jinx’s

Nor blessed

Like a god,

But soft like

The warmth of

A mother’s womb

Sixty years

After the fact,

Floating in some

Lazy competition

To the flow of water

And the naked feet,

Twisting to get

The kinks out

As kids splash

In the local pool

The civilized brain


“Behave! Behave!”

Too much Freud

For my own damned good

I want to be a loud

Laughing idly

At the idiocy

Of adult life

I want to be a cloud

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