After the Rain


I walked
until I could see
nothing but the cloudy,
stretching, bathed,
naked and blue
sky.

The clouds had
wrung themselves
dry
of moisture
and were
gathered
together into
silky spools as if
they had just been spun on a spinning
wheel.

The stretching azure
was vast and empty
except
for some sparsely scattered
unspun bunches of vapor--soon being wheeled
across the wild air
into thin, wispy
thread.

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