Poem -
Clouds
They have spooked-horse eyes
and scared child breath
The smell of flowers and salt
roses soaked in brine.
Arms are summer clouds
red birds fly below
swooping across blue-river wrists
settling in crimson dots
The clouds clasp each other
steel lies below.
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