OUTLASTING MOTHS
2/17/2006
Goodbye, Dear Cloud
If I ever loved you...
near the garden
a single stone,
unturned
with eyes
like your mother's-
round, grey
and quiet.
Your's
resembled cloud-
white smoke
and always
changing.
Goodbye,
my dear
cloud.
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