The clouds, full of themselves,
Puffed up like cotton candy,
Looming overhead, more tasteful
Than that sticky carnival abomination
The sweet powdery stuff children
Love and adults allow 'cause it's
A special day. The clouds are
Always special, gracefully sitting
Overhead, puffed up but not so vain
As to make more of themselves
Than is appropriate and seemly
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Walking on clouds
Science tells me that
When fog envelops us
It's just low-lying clouds,
Clouds at waist-level, it's
Cold, the vapor gathers
Into fog, thin clouds at
Street level
Revenge
The sun piqued at the moon
Takes its revenge on the evening
Sky. Vengeful, it turns the clouds
A vivid red. What would be blue
Is hanging in the halo of its anger
Tamara, really 