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Cloudy Day

By Chloe Chahrouri

Pillows of white

showcase above-

nothing is quite as pure as this love.

We point out the shapes

we each can see, a laugh escapes as pictures come to be.

With awe we are struck as one cloud’s shape is rare-

with the beak of a duck and the ear of a hare.

The mouth is open, see? After a squint, he sneers, That’s where the nose would be

and no, those are ears.

A civil illusion

surrounds the pair as a lack of conclusion

brings a chill to the air.

Opinions press on as the cloud moves by,

but soon it is gone and things go awry.

The sky turns gray,

thunder roars and claps.

It cannot be kept at bay

and soon things collapse.


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