these clouds want me to be happy
especially in spring
when you call unexpectedly
at my doorstep
or at the rain-splattered window
or in the solo violin of remembrance
at my brother’s music class
and in the tambourine
as I wander these remote desert roads
clouds call to me
a rainbow direction
a confident smile
a mark of your love
or sometimes hearing your call
even when I don’t listen
even in disruption or confusion
even in the still of the night
a new dress rehearsal
or a mysterious view in the stars
a sense of stillness in the sandbar
April 7, 2017
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