Photograph by Donna Donato
clouds move across the sky, and reflect
what is, what was, what is to come
what becomes a watery world
laughter, love, the living, moving
green grows the edges of this world
dried leaves of brown, yellow, and golden
float the crisp edges of time
to sail away to softening realms
of watery worlds to float, to see, to live
the unfathomed depths, the heights, the space
into, onto, moving here after, by and by
strengthen the edges of falling leaves
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