FACE IN THE CLOUDS

Lying here on this grassy hillside
in the sleepy afternoon heat
piece of straw between my teeth
looking up at cottony tufts of clouds
drifting across a pale-faced sky
on their silent journey to nowhere

An incredible array of figures
a majestic ship sails an azure sea
stays only briefly as it appears
a horse becomes a bear then a fish
gray boulders slowly pass overhead
followed by legions of changing beings

Then my first glimpse of total perfection
surrounded by flowing tresses, arched brows,
with a sneer of haughty contempt
for those less wondrous than she
I well know that many an afternoon
will now be wasted here hoping again
to see that wondrous face in the clouds

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