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leftover
clouds
of a storm
of another day yet
still as a map
some see through to blue
some depart
there’s fade and fray
there’s breath of fresh
revival thereof
and a bright beam too
each not what it was
nor will it be
but such as your bird admires for shade
community of cloud, one could say
each to a sky its own – a solo
and here was such a mind
to show the way we go
with never a thought of rain

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