I’m envious of the clouds

Amy Michelle Mosier

I’m envious of the clouds

That float happily in the sun –

Changing into colorful shrouds –

Lumping from many into one.

 

Their most compatible friend –

The wind, admits

They beautify the high heaven.

Nebulosity permits

 

Travel without a passport.

They slip away on a whim

For a day’s length or more

And return a denizen.

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