Saturday, September 21, 2013

The Clouds Jar Me into Stopping

The clouds jar me
into stopping
to notice how their mottled front
moving across the night sky
looks like the top
of broiled marshmallows
on top of brown sugar
and sweet potatoes
that Mom makes at

I remember
formerly looking
at the clouds
more often,
and I wonder
what's changed
that I don't

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