Cloud Type

Over a sunken canoe

pass cumulus clouds

 

Hastening winds

chase their shadows

up the hills

 

So many meanings

in and out of sunlight

 

A pair of swallows

tear up

the sky

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Back then

All I remember

The sound of tea
being poured

While wool

Disguised as fog
climbs up
closing the windows
The tick of the clock

interrupts.