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Plastic Ghosts #5

To fall as a cloud
is to descend whole,

a fragrance that basks
on the shore, unbroken
by wind, free from thermals,
the questing winds of eagles.

Some clouds keep their shape
by hiding a ray of sunlight inside,
a knotted secret, even as
the world around turns to rain.

by Marc Nair
from The Earth in our Bones (2023)

 

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