By Chloe Chahrouri
Pillows of white
showcase above-
nothing is quite
as pure as this love.
We point out the shapes
we each can see,
a laugh escapes
as pictures come to be.
With awe we are struck as one cloud’s shape is rare-
with the beak of a duck
and the ear of a hare.
The mouth is open, see? After a squint, he sneers, That’s where the nose would be
and no, those are ears.
A civil illusion
surrounds the pair as a lack of conclusion
brings a chill to the air.
Opinions press on as the cloud moves by,
but soon it is gone and things go awry.
The sky turns gray,
thunder roars and claps.
It cannot be kept at bay
and soon things collapse.
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