Goodbye Nimbus
Sky walks on childhood white cloud dreams—
Wind's gist, my puffy pillows, undo; stunned
With tastes of sugar rain in coffee mug—
Dropped out of the air, I break in streams
That trickle down her nose; withdrawn in
A memory walking home from play,
The sunset a strange blue fade that day,
Songbirds fleeing norther; she's hushed them
With the sky's rivers of crime,
A girlhood doll robbed by rainfall's stealth—
The eternal crack in me herself—
To weather out, when by time.
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