Gary Hunter

Ever Seen a Cloud Born? Dec. 21, 2021

me neither but I imagine

a white spinning umbilical

invisible hands and a screech

or two in naive cloud language

then a very unpredictable

wandering existence

good times rough times

lonely and lean times

with death probably

quite similar to ours

the fading away and

winking out of spirit

and bodies exposed

to the ovens of cremation

from that much hotter

fire in the sky

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