28.viii.22
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cumulus congestus
ekphrastic for Clara Adolphi’s ‘Christmas
Cloud’
a sea grey sky
very little wisping
all billow
radiance to see
bung symmetries
clouds won’t be caught
they march and queue
like some bright echo
on the way
yet you see them here
they stand to sway
strike meaning
fill the frame
thunder in horizons
how blue high
dissolve like pills
caught by brush come dry
with palette knife
no sail seen
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