NaPoWriMo 26 (stolen clouds)

remove the clouds from
the sky.
turn them into gold
then bring them back
to me.

(if it’s what you
want)

you’re too whimsical
sometimes.
so i climb, change my mind
a dozen times.
attempt to collect the
clouds –
they slip, sandlike
through my fingers.

suppose they fell
to earth:
would they
shatter –
or dissolve?

i crashland back,
dreamlike,
hallucinating a whiteout
on the ground.

at any rate,
the sky is clear now.

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