Cloud Bellies
such a violet ritual
some bluer skies
some yellowing cracked sun
above a maddeningly green
never sleeping world
the little sheep baa
at the fast
arriving rain clouds
with overhanging bellies
if you hate being told to breathe
just stand there quietly
amid the tumbling corn stalks and
hay bales stacked in interlocking patterns
Published on The Laundry Line, August 19, 2025.
