clouds in the sky

Pfft
like a
cloud
pfftin' along,
a pointless cloud 
with a list of reasons,
brewing
not ready to 
fall.

Shapeless
just white and fluffy
pfftin' on the blue
rail of wind
the other clouds
mysterious
just white and
fluffy.

Pfft and puff 
while the water 
comes up.

Pfft and puff
collide with a
fluff.

Pfft and puff
it don't matter
much.
 
Droves: 
a few are
heavier than most,
a few are
the lighter of the light, 
and sometimes they cling
so that they form something
more.

and they are all
pointless in the usual 
June air,
pointless in a soft
wispy way,
pointless because they
just are
emptily gliding in the
emptiest bay.

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