A SINGLE CLOUD IN A DRY SEASON the cloud passing east at sunset sinks from its own darkness and stretches upward too I hold my breath watching the contest between rise and fall take place as dusk becomes dark somewhere it will end sometime a cloud will be no cloud dispersed as sweetly as breath the there will be nowhere the I will be someone else or no one the witness will have happened and become memory or unrecorded and not even forgotten
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