Dear Clouds,
Thank you for lifting my eyes skyward
Imagine floating
(at number nine)
against a hot blue sky
on your blinding white ‘Simpsons’ ones
Sometimes you just streak across heaven;
a smudge of you
I wonder where you’ve gone
Your bad moody blues days
Bulge in magnificent grey
(If a little depressing)
Finally, split open,
Relief comes.
Go on, cry all over the world.
I totally get your tears.
Sometimes they roll down my face too.
Sometimes they just water my garden.
Hey, how about those sunsets,
The ones where you spin the sky into fairground fairy floss
Magical
jojobee
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