The i-Clouds
“got the dirt”
on you!
holds it in the haze
flies it past mountains
screens it from hawks.
Then rains it down as mud
that thuds on heads:
splotches eyes
drips off nose
blows its spatter
on what matters.
Birds
sift for seeds
to grow trees
that grow leaves
to scatter into soil
for clouds to suck
to “hold the dirt”
on you.
Oct 03, 2015 @ 12:11:34
And a very fun poem it is! Thanks, Jeanne. Loved it.