By Just L
Date: 2014 Jun 30
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The Shifting Shape of Clouds

A square on grass on a cloud-filled day
Prosciutto and grapes ripe and round
Circling he commanded, “Close your eyes, relax.”
Kneading my hands from the elbow down
I hear Daft Punk, smell lavender, and sense generosity
Exhaling I make room for new shapes

Just L
June 29, 2014