Poems · writing

Shifting Weight

Clouds like liquid smoke

Unfurl their tendrils,

Collecting thoughts,

Our minds.

Tongue slipping, speaking, out of

Time,

Touch,

Gratitude.

Sickly generations,

Old and new.

Fly that balloon

Seeking the moon

Then up and around to Mars again.

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