By E   

I think that songbirds in the sky
were put on earth to remind us to look up
every now and then
And notice the wonder of a landscape
of blue and cloud figures in the day
anywhere we are
like a grand view of mountains

In the mornings cathedrals

In the afternoons when the sun is coming down
savage anger sometimes

In lazy early afternoons
the clouds shape themselves
as good as a child’s imagination lets you
or as an old man
reminiscing about all the things he knows
and what’s the use

I saw a cloud once
that was the image of Nietzsche
with a smile under his big moustache
and “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”
Came to mind

I took a photo of the cloud and showed it to some friends
they saw a french poodle

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This was a good morning.