Hanging Like A Cloud On The Arm Of A Cliff
you were so calm
like a white cumulus hanging on the arm of a cliff
beside the branch of
a tree where a little black bird
sings
below you
i am the gray pebble watching
listening
amazed
on a miniature world
complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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