#1459 - a frolic

 

1459

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a frolic

on clouds

for a field guide to Australian clouds

 

or in among

and sometimes seated

as if to tea

 

one dances

disquisit

 

and you get a taste

 

not sugar floss

but something subtle

 

as if they were woken day bright

when hung among the stars for dark

 

then morning with the godbeam

and now the blue reprimes

 

so smudge cicada wavelength

 

wish washup upon reflection

where arrange your day around

 

and pale to far beyond

 

what leaf can reach but misting?

 

they are a ghost-light flit

 

arrange their own erasure

 

each as ambiguous as any

 

on the way, just as we are